The tail end of a several-minutes long diatribe while discussing home improvement projects:
“I HATE that short hobbit toilet so much! Someday, when we replace it, I want to sledgehammer it to smithereens. I HATE it. It’s so gross. I keep expecting Ewan McGregor to pop up out of it.”
Sighing in exasperation: “Are you done?”
Taking a bow: “And scene!”
“Uh-huh.”
