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I'm quite guilty of stating that we're having "ta-mah-toes, sausages, and nice crispy bacon", whether we are or not... which come to think of it is odd, because I hate sausage and I'm only tolerant of bacon on a cheeseburger.
If there is a no-passing sign on the road, I can't help but say in a completely serious voice... "You shall not pass."
Random wisps of cloud get the crebain-from-Dunland treatment, and "What is this new devilry?" is as much a part of my vocabulary as "What the heck is that thing?".
The Frodo-accented "You're late." is a bit of a given, really, as most of my friends have a bitterly life-long war waged with punctuality.
I've also muttered "Nirnaeth Arnoediad" on a few occasions... not because it applied at all to the situation, but more because it's terribly fun to say.
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