H-how did you know? –Well, like any decent, self-respecting housekeeper, I listened in on the other phone.
Saruman believes that it is only great power that can hold evil in check. But that is not what I've found. I've found it is the small things, everyday deeds of ordinary folk, that keeps the darkness at bay; simple acts of kindness and love. Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps it is because I'm afraid, and he gives me courage.
How may I help you? –You can start by wiping that fucking dumb-ass smile off your rosy fucking cheeks. And you can give me a fucking automobile. A fucking Datsun, a fucking Toyota, a fucking Mustang, a fucking Buick. Four fucking wheels and a seat! –I really don't care for the way you're speaking to me. –And I really don't care for the way your company left me in the middle of fucking nowhere with fucking keys to a fucking car that isn't fucking there. And I really didn't care to fucking walk down a fucking highway and across a fucking runway to get back here to have you smile in my fucking face. I want a fucking car right fucking now. –May I see your rental agreement? –I threw it away. –Tsk. Oh boy. –'Oh boy,' what? –You're fucked.
A clear statement of your symptoms will help us provide the medical practitioner appropriate to your individual needs. –I'm trying to send a distress signal! Stop talking about doctors! –I'm a doctor... But probably not the one you're expecting.
Yes, I'm a Doctor Who fan (as if it wasn't obvious). For those awaiting The Day Of The Doctor in nine days, the BBC just dropped a new mini-episode to make you go squee. And what better day to release this than on Paul McGann's birthday?