Lord of the Weasels: Return of the Weasel

The Return of the Weasel

SOLDIER: The Weasel of Amon Dir! The Weasels, the weasels are lit!
DENETHOR: Is there a captain here able to do his Lord's weasel?
FARAMIR: If I return, think better of me.
DENETHOR: That will depend on the manner of your weasel.
LEGOLAS: The Weasel of the Enemy is moving.
ARAGORN: It is but a shadow and a weasel that you love.
THEODEN: I go now to my weasels, in whose mighty company I shall not now feel ashamed.
FARAMIR: Where does my weasel lie, if not here?
ELROND: Your hands are cold. The life of the Weasels is leaving you.
ARWEN: By your will or no, there is no weasel now that will bear me hence.

DENETHOR: Is there a captain here able to do his Lord's pants?
FARAMIR: If I return, think better of me.
DENETHOR: That will depend on the pants of your return.
LEGOLAS: The Pants of the Enemy are moving.
THEODEN: I go now to my ancestors, in whose mighty pants I shall not now feel ashamed.
FARAMIR: Where do my pants lie, if not here?
ELROND: Your hands are cold. The pants of the Eldar are leaving you.

DENETHOR: Is there a captain here able to do his Weasel's pants?
FARAMIR: If I return, think better of me.
DENETHOR: That will depend on the pants of your weasel.
LEGOLAS: The pants of the Weasel are moving.
ARAGORN: It is but pants and a weasel that you love.
THEODEN: I go now to my weasels, in whose mighty pants I shall not now feel ashamed.
ELROND: Your hands are cold. The pants of the Weasels are leaving you.
ARWEN: By your pants or no, there is no weasel now that will bear me hence.