Mother Tongue

So me friends tell me that this bartender knows English and is constantly complaining that he has no-one to talk to. So they make a big deal of bringing him over to meet me.

“Hello.” he says, nervously.

“Hey, so you miss speaking English then?”

He stared at me for a long moment.

“Our father, which art in heaven.” he finally manages.

I thought it over.

“Hallowed be thy name.” I reply.

We go through the whole thing, and he leaves to get us a round of drinks. My friends ask me what we talked about.

“Religion.”, I told them.