Aragorn: Bilbo, Elrond told me that you needed me to help finish a poem? What can I do?
Bilbo: Let me read you what I have so far.
Bilbo: *recites completed Earendil Was a Mariner poem*
Aragorn: That, uh, sounds pretty fine. What part did you need me for?
Bilbo: I just wanted you to hear how awesome my poetry is.
My bio professor: I was looking over your exam. For the building blocks of DNA, you wrote “Aragorn, Theoden, Cirdan, and Gimli.”
Me: yeah I was being humorous, you know? The letters are the same, and –
My bio professor: I think you need to see the school psychologist, okay?
Wanderlust? No no, wanderlost. As in, not all those who wander are lost. Because I’m one of the Dunedain.
Denethor: So my son died in your company, and now the ‘true king of Gondor’ has arrived?
Gandalf: Yes it was quite tragic. Yours son’s sacrifice was noble indeed.
Denethor: Uh huh. Well I’m sentencing you all to death for the clear and apparent murder of my son.