Aragorn: Extraordinary! Absolutely extraordinary! My name came out of the Cup just now!
Galadriel: C’est impossible! What eez ze meaning of zis? Zair ‘as been a mistake, 'e cannot marry 'er. 'e eez too young, 'e eez only a little boy!
Aragorn: What do you mean, I'm only a little boy? I'm 88, and my name came out of a cup, so Arwen will marry me, not those other tossers whose names were in the cup too! And stop talking about me if I weren't present!

Aragorn: Oh c'mon, lemme have just a sip.

Galadriel: No! You have cooties!

OR

Aragorn gets in trouble for underage drinking.

Aragorn: What?! But I'm 88...

Galadriel: Yes, and the drinking age in Lothlorien is 101. Now, no more wine for you, little boy.

Eowyn: Maybe if I give him this cup he'll stop staring at my forehead.

Somewhere in the mists of 1975 a Geography student sleeps deeply and dreams of casting Stevie Nicks and Steven Tyler in Lord of the Rings...

A medievally dressed Dave Grohl and Galadriel get high and see strange clours around as they drink some beer from a golden cup.

At the Ambassador's Reception, Aragorn says: "Galadriel, with these Ferrero Rocher, you are really spoiling us..."

The only thing I can think of, as I look at this picture, is Jay from Dogma:

"What the F*CK happened to that guy's head??!"

I mean, look at Aragorn's head! He has no forehead! His skull is too small, there's no room for a brain in there!

Eowyn: Okay, maybe if we hold the cup like this, Théoden will not notice that we broke it...

Galadriel: We put a pellet with some poison in one of the vessels.
Aragorn: Which one?
Galadriel: The vessel with the figure of a pestle.
Aragorn: The vessel with the pestle?
Galadriel: Yes. But you don't WANT the vessel with the pestle, you want the chalice from the palace.
Aragorn: The chalice from the...wha?
Galadriel: It's a little crystal chalice with a figure of a palace.
Aragorn: So where's the pellet with the poison?
Galadriel: In the vessel with the pestle! Don't you see? The pellet with the poison's in the vessel with the pestle, the chalice from the palace has the brew that is true!
Éowyn: It's so easy even I can say it!
Aragorn: Well then YOU find it!
Galadriel: Listen carefully! The pellet with the poison's in the vessel with the pestle, the chalice from the palace has the brew that is true!
Aragorn: I've got it! I've got it... The pellet with the poison's in the vessel with the pestle, the chalice from the palace has the brew that is true!
Galadriel: That's right!
Aragorn: Hooray!
Galadriel: But there's been a change...
*beat*
Galadriel: They broke the chalice from the palace.
Aragorn: They BROKE the...?
Galadriel: And replaced it with a flagon, with a figure of a dragon.
Aragorn: The flagon with the dragon.
Galadriel: Yes.
Aragorn: But did you put the pellet with the poison in the vessel with the pestle?
Galadriel: No! I put the pellet with the poison in the flagon with the dragon, the vessel with the pestle has the brew that is true!

Sorry, I know it's long, but I couldn't help it...:D

Aragorn: ... I'm going home.

Galadriel (dangerously): No I have NOT had enough. Yes, I jolly well WILL have another drink. You promised YOU would drive tonight.

Galadriel: Aragorn, I've been around since the bleedin' First Age Of The Trees. I have had a LOT of tea. I know what actual, good tea tastes like. What you have given me is a cup of a liquid that is almost, but not quiet, entirely unlike tea.

Galadriel did not at all suspect that Aragorn had poisioned her drink. . .With her being on his side and all.

Esty suggested that I post this here. So here. It is.
 

Imagine these models as Merry, Pippin, Sam and Frodo:

(click to enlarge)
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...eenshot1-1.jpg

Model #3: "Oh! But did not that old fella say that we shall not pass?"

OR
(using the names as Dia suggested it)

Merry: "I suspect you have taken more than your share, Sam, and I shall look into it at our next packing."

OR

A rare photo showing the original scene intended by PJ to be filmed as the Bruinen fords. Thankfully, PJ was outvoted and so he had to use the less harmful version of the scene, where Arwen was given a horse, the Nazgul were wearing black cloaks, and Frodo was not to be hidden inside the handbag.

The widest [crack] was more than two feet across, and it was long before Pippin could summon enough courage to step over the dreadful gap. The noise of churning water came up from far below as if some great mill-wheel was turning in the depths.
"Rope!" muttered Sam. "I knew I'd want it, if I hadn't got it!"

Eeeh, I'm not crossing, I don't wan't to get my Orc leather shoes wet!

Pippin (in bobble-hat), bitterly: "What was it those wretched elves said? "..fair garments, and the web is good..woven in this land...."

Frodo (far right), furiously, through clenched teeth: "And don't forget how they promised we would find them a great aid in keeping out of the sight of unfriendly eyes, whether you walk among the stones or the trees. "

Merry (blond, far left): "Look guys, I'm sorry. I promise, I'll never ever suggest a trip to LorienMart again. "

Using the names that Lalaith gave them. . .
 

Merry: Did you see that? A watery tart threw a sword at Pippin!

Hobbits always go on quests and adventures in style!

Miruvor always caused the wierdest dreams...or did it?

Frodo: Sam, I've never told you this, but you look good as a girl.

Sam: Wha?

To Frodo's great joy the hobbits stirred, stretched their arms, rubbed their eyes, and then suddenly sprang up. They looked about in amazement, first at Frodo, and then at Tom standing large as life on the barrow-top above them; and then at themselves in their thin variable-colored rags, crowned and belted with knits, and jingling with purses.
'What in the name of wonder?' began Merry, feeling the bobbled woolen cap that had slipped over one eye. Then he stopped, and a shadow came over his face, and he closed his eyes. 'Of course, I remember!' he said. 'The photographers of the fashion catalogue came on us at night, and we were worsted. Ah! the heels of my shoes!' He clutched at his calves. 'No! No!' he said, opening his eyes. 'What am I saying? I have been dreaming. Where did you get to, Frodo?'
'I thought that I was lost,' said Frodo; 'but I don't want to speak of it. Let us think of what we are to do now! Let us go on!'
'Dressed up like this, sir?' said Sam. 'Where are my clothes?' He flung his cap, purse, and and jacket on the grass, and looked round helplessly, as if he expected to find his cloak, jacket, and breeches, and other hobbit-garments lying somewhere to hand.
'You won't find your clothes again,' said Tom, bounding down from the mound, and laughing as he danced round them in the sunlight.

Pippin: "Our Samwise must gain some weight. It's not healthy for a girl of Miss Gamgee's age." OR

Sisterhood can overcome the intellectual pitfalls of a feminist interpretation of Lord of the Rings. OR

Merry: "If you push Sam into that brook, I'll do your hair to look like Legolas's."

Merry to themselves: Ugh, this line is worse than after labour day sale at the Gap of Rohan... Speed it up there Sam-Chanel, you too Frodo-Mossimo!

~ Fashion a form of ugliness that we must compel to change it every six months Ka

Pippin: "When we play at make-believe, why do I always have to be Winona Ryder when you guys get to be Paris Hilton, Gwen Stefani and Lindsey Lohan? It's not fair, you all have better hair!"

A feminist has a tongue-in-cheek and Kirsty McColl moment...
 

The real reason there were no women in the Fellowship:

The four "hobbits" Manolo, Laboutin, Emmahope, and Prada in unison.

"Walk to Mordor to throw away jewellery? In these shoes? I don't think so..."

After an accident with one of Gandalf's fireworks lead to Frodo and Sam being joined at the fingers and Merry's experiments with his gender-change-o'matic 2000, things began to get a little weird in the Shire.

OR

The fact that the river wasn't there a moment ago has Merry and Pippin completely baffled.

Too much Entdraught is a baaaad, bad thing.

"Nay! It's not one of them ruffians," Sam heard the farmer say. "It's a hobbit by the size of it, but all dressed up queer. Hey!" he cried. "Who are you, and what's all this to-do?"
"It's Sam, Sam Gamgee. I've come back."
Farmer Cotton came up close and stared at him in the twilight. "Well!" he exclaimed. "The voice is right, and your face is no worse than it was, Sam. But I should a' passed you in the street in that gear. You've been in foreign parts, seemingly. We feared you were dead."

Quickly! let's cross the river, I hear black riders are afraid of water.

And here's a new pic

http://culturekitchen.com/files/imag...-The-Rings.jpg

While Barad-Dur falls, signaling Sauron's defeat, Gandalf, Merry and Pippin start a song they felt was very appropiate for the moment:

"Nananana.... nananana... HEY HEY HEY... good-bye!"

The invisible-staff owners annual meeting got off to a start...

OR

Gandalf makes gun gestures at Saruman, as if to say he'd really like to shoot him through the lungs.

Stopped by another troop of wayward adventurers, the Fellowship pauses to ask a question which had been laying heavily on their minds after hearing about Saruman's change from 'white' to 'many colors':

"Why are there so many songs about rainbows?"

Gandalf: you have it all wrong!
Can't you see we need a hand
In the navy
Come on, protect the motherland
In the navy
Come on and join your fellow man... (quick muttering: er, ork, troll, whatever suits you better gents...)
In the navy
Come on people, and make a stand
In the navy, in the navy, in the navy, in the navy!

They want you, they want you
They want you as a new recruit!

Merry and Pippin:
In the navy, in the navy, in the navy in the navy!

Pippin to Merry (under his breath): what the heck is the navy, anyways?
Merry to Pippin (under his breath): Who cares? Enough for me those guys just gape at us and desist from attacking. Keep it up, Pippers!

The heroes are posing so that giant sculptures of them will be made and put at each cross-road in Gondor.

Too much ent-brew.

Legolas: Where is my hairbrush?? WHO stole it?!

The Fellowship in Unison: *points at Gimli*

The notorious leaflet thief strikes again as the Fellowship attempt to promote their new album.

OR

Fellowship: Big Issue, mate?

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Superman!!
Hobbit: Who the heck is Superman?!

It's a new pic...

http://www.katurday.com/wp-content/u.../gondorfy7.jpg

It was the one thing Mordor never expected to find when they broke down the doors...

OR

The fate that awaits all running jokes... Mr Cat says 'Hmmm. Mount Zoom sandwich'