I'm just a little frightened to go see it again, because of the pants game applied to Theoden's pre idiocycharge speech.
Buffy ,'Get It Done'
LotR - The Return of the King: "We named the *dog* 'Strider'".
Frodo: Please, what does it always mean, this... this "Aragorn"? Elrond: That's his name. Aragorn, son of Arathorn. Aragorn: I like "Strider." Elrond: We named the *dog* "Strider".
A discussion of Lord of the Rings - The Return of the King. If you're a pervy hobbit fancier, this is the place for you.
Aha! Here are some.
Faramir! Your pants love you! They will remember it before the end.
It is but a shadow of my pants that you love.
The very warmth of my pants seems stole away.
Very useful in a tight spot, these pants, even if they are dead.
And why should your songs be unfit for my pants?
The stars are veiled. Something is stirring in the pants; a sleepless malice.
Bring me pants & oil!
Do not come between a Nazgul & his pants!
Pippin: So I imagine this is just a ceremonial position. I mean, they don't actually expect me to do any fighting. Do they?
Gandalf: You're in the pants of the steward now. You're going to have to do as you're told.
And why should your songs be unfit for my pants?
I think I prefer "And why should your pants be unfit for my halls?"
This was good:
Theoden: I go to my fathers in whose mighty pants, I shall not now feel ashamed.
This one should have been:
Denethor: Fealty with love, valoUr with honoUr, _pants-breaking_ with vengeance.
But PJ screwed it up.
ETA: the proper Us
More:
King of the Dead: Those pants were broken!
Aragorn: They have been remade.
Aragorn: Gondor calls for pants!
[pause]
Theoden: And Rohan will answer!
A bunch of NZ climatologists used LotR as the basis of a sample abstract (.pdf file).
A bunch of NZ climatologists used LotR as the basis of a sample abstract (.pdf file).
Bwah! Oh, God, that's great.
Sampling was not without problems, chief of which was sporadic contamination caused by downdrafts from the wings of the Nazgûl’s vile beasts as they passed along the flight corridor over the Marshes.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!
Oh, god, I'm dying.
The stars are veiled. Something is stirring in the pants; a sleepless malice.