Leggy as Jar-Jar . . . precious!
Vy ze vay, I think I forgot this:
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Théoden: I saw that.
Éowyn (
confused): What?
Théoden: You're trying to make moves on my Aragorn.
Éowyn:
Your Aragorn? Ai, Eru nín! Uncle, what has the spell of Saruman done to you?
Théoden: It was not Théoden of Rohan who led our people to victory.
Éowyn looks at him weirdly.
Éowyn: I'm going to have to send you for a lobotomy as soon as this whole business is over.
Théoden: No, Luke. I am your father's cousin's grandmother's niece's neighbour's poker buddy's son's sister.
Éowyn:
*
leaves*