Snowmane: *sniff sniff* "Theoden, you really need to shower!"

OR

Snowmane: *sniff sniff* "Smells like Aragorn's nearby."

OR

Snowmane: *sniff sniff* "Pizza!"
Theoden: "He's got the scent! Forth Eorlingas!"

Theoden: I can't put my arm down! WAAAAAA!!

Or...

Theoden: 'll c'n!
Eomer: I think he's saying 'oil can'!

Theodon, "CHARGE..."

Snowmane, (sniff, sniff...) "hey, over there...I smell buttercups and daisies...lets just stop and sniff the flowers awhile...maybe we'll even see a little ground squirrel or chipmunk or something else all cutey and sweet!"

Capital One
 

Theoden: "Off to the next raid boys! What's in your wallet?"

Snowmane winds up for the spitting contest.

OR

Theoden: "I can see my house from up here!"

OR

Theoden just whacked Snowmane's other ear off!

Snowmane: i say, i've got one of those humans on my back

Horse: oh dear.... if you die can i have your stereo?

Theoden: Forget you Gondor! Run away!

OR

Theoden: Nazgullll!

Faramir: Hey, that's my line.

Snowmane did all he could to the end of his days competing with Shadowfax for the mares.

OR

Theoden: Hey! Did anyone else notice that the hilt of my sword looks like a heart if you ignore the fact that its two horse heads? I.. I just did... Isn't it -neat-?!

OR

Theoden: Hi-diddalie-ho neighbor-ino! I'm just taking my riders out for a spin. Wanna join?

Everybody had seen the bottomless pit just a few meters away exept Theoden who was to bussy monologuing.

(Am I the first to post these jokes? Does it mean the phenomenae are slowing down???)

Theoden: Insert inappropriate uncloaking joke here!

Or...

Theoden: Turn around, men! This isn't Gondor! Stupid MapQuest! DEATH, DEATH, DEATH!!

Theoden: "Well men, we are badly outnumbered and are less technologically advanced. We most likely are going to get kicked around, but nonetheless we're going to Gondor's aid. Now, ride with me, Rohirrim!!! Hey!? Where's everybody going!?"

(Aragorn pic)
The battle for the last Oreo rages on.


(Theoden/shadowfax pic)
Theoden really needed a better deodorant. Every time he raised his sword, his army would run away.

OR

Rohan was winning! Or at least, that's what Theoden thought until he realized he was with the wrong army.

OR

Door-to-door salesmen knew better than to come to Theoden's house.

After Théoden got his feet replaced with wheels, no one knew why he needed a horse.

OR

Théoden: Oh! Oh! I know the answer! Pick me!

Snowmane: "If he yells off key like that one more time, I'm going to roll over on him."

Snowmane has had enough of his rider hogging all the battlecries and decides to steal one for himself: "Neigh!"

Theoden yells to his mother with joy as he has a go on the Carousel at the Edoras Annual Fair. "Mum! Can I have 50p for another go? It's brilliant!"

As his eored turns left at the Belching Ghan-buri-ghan in the road (not in picture) to go on to Gondor's aid, Theoden continues riding, too fascinated by the final proceedings of the mixed-up Werewolf game on the giant projector screen.

Theoden: "My, this multiple-lynch idea is astounding! And controversial too!"

Never a good time, eh?
 

Théoden: Ride to war!

Man in suite: Excuse me, could you take a survey?

Théoden: What? No. Go away.

Man: Oh go on! It will only take a minuet!

Théoden: Go away!

Man: Please! I've got five kids to feed!

Théoden: Well go and feed them! Leave me alone!

OR

Théoden demands to know who stole the lolly off his stick.

Yea!! I have been a good boy this year! Santa brought me my pony!!

Théoden: Merry Christmas to all! And to all, a good... erm... shoe?

Eomer: Wouldn't 'good night' be better?

Théoden: No. I've got a better Idea! And to all, a good Night!

PJ: "Who typed 'shoe' on the tele-prompt! You know he says exactly what's on there!"

Theoden: Allright, who stuck the pin on my saddle again?
Snowmane: *shifts eyes guiltily*

Theoden: "Eorlingas to the.... the.. thaaaaaatchssss!!! *sneezes* Oh, sorry Eomer, all over you!!"

Snowmane had put up with the training, jumping and extreme danger when ridding into battle, but when his Theoden startet to sing he clearly overstepped his bounds.

Carol singers with a twist: the Wassailers of Wohan. ;)

Theoden: No, guys, the battle's this way!

OR

Snowmane: Oy! You just clonked me on the head with that sword! What do you think you're doing up there!?

Theoden: Shut up would you, I'm trying to give a terrifying battle cry here.

Theoden: "Look everybody!! I got it!! I knew I would! The special edition, fake-gold plated, double-wide battlesword with electronic sword sounds!!"

For those of you that have seen The Life of Brian:

Théoden: Oh S**t! It's the Judean People's front! Run away!

OR

Théoden: Aaaagh! Sorry folks, we can't go to war just yet, my back's seized up again!

Theoden: I've successfully fused my body with snowmane!! Hey Eomer, what do
you bet happens when i cut his head off, do you think i will feel it!?
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Jaguar mark ix

Theoden: Rohirrim! To the Picture!

http://img-nex.theonering.net/images/scrapbook/5185.jpg

Eomer: I'm warning you...(pause)

Aragorn: yes...

Eomer: What?

Legolas: What warning do you give us.

Eomer: Look, I'm only reading the scroll at the bottom of the screen, it says I give a warning.

OR...

Captain obvious strikes again!

Eomer: He walks here and there they say...as an old man hooded and cloaked.

Legolas: Saruman the White!

Eomer: Please don't speak unless I ask you something.

Eomer: So then what you are saying is that all we need to do to defeat Saruman's army is cartwheel into Isengard and the Uruks will be destroyed?

Legolas: Yes it worked for me.

Eomer's response to whatever stupid question Legolas just asked him
 

"Look here Elf, I'm not that kind of guy, alright?"

or

"Look here Elf, if you keep dribbling when you speak I'm going to lop your head off!"

or

"No, no, it's Rohan, get it? Ro—han!. Not Robson..."

or

"No, no, it's Eomer, get it? E—o—mer! Not Amy..."

or

"I don't care how hungry you are, you are not eating Firefoot."

or

"I'm Marshal of Rohan, alright? I don't care if you want to eat the Dwarf."

Eomer: If you ever touch the gold horsehairs on my helmet again I will cut off your head...if it stood but a little lower from the ground!

Gimli: Is that the only insult you can come up with?

Legolas: Is that Chain mail of Wal-Mart Make?

Eomer: Surely you jest Elf, This is from Elven Dior the high designer of Imladris.

Eomer: Why does this Dwarf have a fury axe?

OR

Eomer: Good Lord, master elf, there is a HUGE wart on you’re nose!

Or yet!

Legolas: So why have you got the smallest horse?

Aragorn: Please Eomer! You must know of something he can do for... it.

Eomer: I am sorry Legolas, but I am afraid I do not know what is to be done about growing an extra face.

Legolas: Oh, if only I had a mirror! Please tell me! Is it... a handsome face?

or

Eomer watched in horror as Legolas began to increase in size.

Legolas' party game suggestion isn't received warmly...

Eomer: "No, we're not going to play spin the bottle, Elf!"

-or-

Eomer: "Yeah, so what if the Dwarf has three strands of the Lady Galadriel's hair? That doesn't give him reason to boast. This "tail" on the top of my helmet is made entirely from Galadriel's hair but you don't see me talking about it, do you?"

Eomer looks pointedly at Legolas while he sternly addresses the whole class. "No-one is going home tonight until one of you owns up to stealing my hair bobble. No-one, do you hear?"

Aragorn is sure that Eomer's hair is alive.

OR

Eomer: I can't go to war because of my bad knee.

Ww7?
 

Eomer: "I am not a double-bluffing wolf!"