— Anna took Elena.
— Yeah, I got that from your 600 voicemails.
— Those aren't pieces of eight. They're just pieces of junk.
— Aye. The original plan was to use nine pieces of eight to bind Calypso, but when the first court met, the brethren were to a one skint broke.
— So change the name.
— What? To «nine pieces of whatever we happen to have in our pockets at the time»? Oh, yes, that sounds very pirate-y.
What you're saying is you have a problem that is totally your problem, but you'd like to make it my problem? But, here's the problem, Newbie, it's not my problem.
— The rumors of your demise were unfounded.
— Sorry to disappoint you.
And I have every reason in the world to believe that.
We are all going to die someday. For the lucky few of us it'll be nice and fast. But for most of us it'll be just as long and slow and painful as a conversation with you.
— Everything all right? Gandalf, where are you going?
— To seek the company of the only one around here who's got any sense.
— And who's that?
— Myself, Mr. Baggins.
— The song has already been sung. The Brethren Court is called.
— Leave you people alone for a minute, look what happens. Everything's gone to pot.
— Leonard, I didn't know you play the cello.
— Yeah, my parents felt that naming me Leonard and putting me in advanced placement classes wasn't getting me beaten up enough.