Pippin: "Actually, on second thought, maybe I shouldn't do this."
Sam: "There's no way we'll ever get out of this, Mr. Frodo. Give up, we're doomed."
Gandalf: "Well done, Pippin!"
Eowyn: "Little account do you take of my injured self-esteem, Aragorn son of Arathorn. By my reckoning you art in great need of therapy."
Denethor: "Whatever."
Aragorn: "Huzzah!"
Saruman (gazing into the Palantir): "Make that a thick crust with pepperoni and green peppers, and oh, throw a bottle of Coke in with that order, will you? Thirty minutes? Thanks."
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Father, dear Father, if you see fit, We'll send my love to college for one year yet
Tie blue ribbons all about his head, To let the ladies know that he's married.
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