Eomer's banishment:
Eomer: My lord, we must do something about these orcs! Last night they ruined the vegetable garden, and the week before they graffitied the deeping wall itself! And that's not counting all the times your chariot was egged...
Theoden: (quietly) mmmf...
Grima: What are you doing here? Look, you've gotten mud on the royal rug! I just bought it last week! Carpets from the West Emmet coat factory aren't cheap!
Eowen: Like, zip it about the rugs.
Eomer: My lord, we must do something about the orcs. They are free to ruin your kingdom if you do nothing!
Grima: Get out! both of you! the king is tired, very tired.
Eomer: *continues pleading with theodoen.
Grima: Get out! *he jumps at eomer.
Eomer: *grabs Grima, pushes him across the room into the soup and the fire. Hot coals fill Grima's pants, and he performs a strange dance while guards drag Eomer outside. Thus, he is banished.
I forget what comes next...
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