I'm particularly proud of my reluctance to share my dreams with anyone.
We were a great family for singing. There were good voices on both sides and no reluctance to use them.
Bilbo Baggins: [feeling the One Ring in his pocket; to himself] What... have I got... in my pocket?
[Gollum; who is crouching on a stalagmite, holding a rock he is meaning to throw at Bilbo, scowls, thinking Bilbo's question as a riddle]
Gollum: That's not fair... That's not fair! It's against the *rules*!
[In a hissy fit, Gollum throws the
rock down. Bilbo looks on in amazement]
Gollum: [pouting] Ask us another one!
Bilbo Baggins: [points his sword at Gollum] No, no. You said, "ask me a question." Well, *That* is MY question. "What Have I Got In My Pocket?"
[Gollum growls in reluctance as he jumps down from his stalagmite perch and crouches on the floor beside his hideout]
Gollum: [holding up only two fingers] It must give us three guesses, precious! It must give us *three*!
Bilbo Baggins: Three guesses, very well. Guess away!
Gollum: [holds up his hands] Handses!
Bilbo Baggins: [shows Gollum that his left hand is out of the pocket] Wrong. Try again.
[Gollum groans in
frustration]
Gollum: [rummaging through his belongings in his hole; to himself] I've got Fishses bones, Goblinses bones, Bat's wings, food...
[He growls; thinking hard; he slaps his hands down repeatedly when...]
Gollum: [shouts] *KNIFE*! Oh, shut up!
Bilbo Baggins: Wrong again. Last guess.
Gollum: String... or nothing!
Bilbo Baggins: Two guesses at once. Wrong both times.
Gollum: [groans; defeated] Ooooooohhh...
[as he groans; Gollum flops on his side. He lies in a fetal position as he sobs softly]
Vicky: Oh, God, look, I wouldn't call our reluctance to leap at your sexual offer being over-analytical. If you would care to join us for some recognized form of social interaction, like a drink, then we'd be fine, but otherwise, I think you should try, you know, offering to some other table.
Juan Antonio: Mm-hm. What offended you about the offer? Surely
not that I find you both beautiful and desirable.
Vicky: Offended me, no. It's very amusing, galling, to be honest,
J.M. Barrie: [discussing Sylvia's reluctance to accept her illness] They can see it, you know. You can't go on just pretending.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Just pretending? You brought pretending into this family, James. You showed us we can change things by simply believing them to be different.
J.M. Barrie: A lot of things, Sylvia. Not
everything.
Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: But the things that matter. We've pretended for some time now that you're a part of this family, haven't we? You've come to mean so much to us all that now, it doesn't matter if it's true. And even if it isn't true, even if that can never be... I need to go on pretending... until the end... with you.