Scene: Edoras, Theodred's death bed.
Grima: But you are alone. Who knows what you've spoken to the dark night, when all your life seems to shrink. And the walls of your hut close about you, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in. How 'bout it, baby? Will you be my wild thing?
Eowyn: EEEWWW!! *slap*
That's what I think watching that scene, anyway.
Grima: Was it something I said?
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door
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