Treebeard: What's this, then? Why, it's a new photo!
Sam: Is that Gandalf up there? Where's his cloak...
Frodo: I think we should leave now... and never discuss this again.
OR
Sam: I'm telling you, Mr Frodo, there were 12 weasels up there, all singing and dancing to the rhythm!
Frodo: How long did you say it'd been since you last slept, Sam?