PJ: No Bernard, you eat what the caterers bring. And yes, I *do* know that they didn't bring any sandwiches...with or without ham!
Or...
PJ: Don't worry Bernard, it says here that Gandalf will be cloaked.
Or...
PJ: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Or...
PJ: Wow, I didn't know you were an aspiring poet, Bernard, but this is hardly the time.
Or...
PJ: What is this? An actual copy of Lord of the Rings? On my set?!? What is this frippery and skulduggery! Tom Bombadil? Farmer Maggot? Giant Wolves? A Ladylike Arwen? A Legolas who is not a mere stuntspiece but an actual fleshed-out character?? Bother and Rubbish!
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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
Last edited by Oddwen; 08-02-2005 at 08:59 PM.
Reason: Now, with neck-twisting action!
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