There's a story told about a starving, bankrupt businessman in New York, who was sitting in gloom in his office as the last piece of furniture was carted out, leaving him nothing but a phone on an old apple crate. The phone rang, and when he picked it up, a snooty female voice asked, "Is this the Rothschild residence??".
"Oy!!", the man replied. "Lady, have you got the wrong number!!"