Ugluk: Tea time!
Saruman: I'm thinking about going Soprano.
Gimli: *singing in stunningly high voice* I'll take the high road an' you take the low road an' I'll be at Barad-dur 'afore ye!
Balrog: Mooooooooooo!
Gamling: Hello all, just here to remind you how unimportant I am!
Denethor: I'm hot, hot, hot! The hottest Steward around. Who says a Steward can't play with matches? Matches are GREAT!
Isildur: Daaaaadddddyyyyy!
Sauron: Isildur. Gil-galad never told you who your REAL father was.
Isildur: He told me enough. Anyway, you just killed him.
Sauron: No, Isildur....I AM YOUR FATHER!
Isildur: Okaaaaay. That's just stupid
Sauron: Yeah, I know.
Eowyn: Yup, I'm a tomboy. Wanna make somethin' of it? *brandishes Merry*
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"What mortal feels not awe/Nor trembles at our name,
Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime/Fixed by the eternal law.
For old our office, and our fame,"
-Aeschylus, Song of the Furies
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