Here are a couple that occur:
Bilbo: One day, lad, all this will be yours
Frodo: What? The curtains?
Elrond (to the council): Sorry, chaps; I can't remember a thing about that business with Elendil and Isildur. It all happened so long ago, and what with the Death Watch beetle in the West wing and the Hall of Fire needing redecoration it's all just slipped my mind.
Arwen: If you expect me to sit here sewing a bleedin' banner while you go gallivantin' off with yer mates you've another think coming, Estel. There are plenty more fish in the sea, you know.
Boromir: Anyone for croquet?
Sauron (from the Palantir): Tell him he can keep the damn' thing. It turns my finger green and interferes with the television.
[ March 05, 2002: Message edited by: Squatter of Amon Rudh ]
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