Isildur: I think I'll throw this ring into Mount Doom
Sauron: Who cares about the one ring? Not me!
Eowyn: I'll just stay home and make Eomer some new clothes
Sam: Yes, Gandalf, I was eavesdropping
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"And he sang to them, now in the Elven tongue, now in the speech of the West, until their hearts, wounded with sweet words, overflowed, and their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness."
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