Denim: Where shall we go today, sir?
Pocket: I was thinking we should help out at Helm's Deep.
Denim: Haven't you heard? That's all over. Everyone's heading back to Edoras.
Pocket: Oh, let's go there then. There's sure to be a rockin' party.
Denim: You think they'll notice us?
Pocket: Not a chance. We'll fit right in, you'll see.
Denim: So rising costs mean we get a smaller Cornish Pasty?
Pocket: Yes, you work harder to get less during periods of inflation.
Denim: I thought inflation meant you can pump it up and enlarge it.
Pocket: Then you'd just be full of hot air.
Denim: You mean like a certain Russian dic--
Pocket: Exterminate that thought, cadet! We're so not going there!
Pocket: You take that quarter and I'll take this one. We'll leave the other half for the Humans.
Denim: But sir, what if they decide they want it all?
Pocket: With fish this good? No one could be that cruel.
Denim: I want what I want!
Pocket: I need what I need!
Denim: I refuse to compromise my ideals!
Pocket: I can never compromise what's important to me!
Denim: You're right, sir. This is fun!
Pocket: And easy, too.
