the bit i always laugh at is in SC when glimfeather is talking to the old-aged trumpkin who is a bit hard of hearing:
Glimfeather: Two strangers, my Lord.
Trumpkin: Rangers! What d'ye mean? I see two uncommonly grubby man-cubs. What do they want?
Jill: My name's Jill.
Glimfeather (loudly): The girl's called Jill.
Trumpkin: What's that? The girls are all killed! I don't believe a word of it. What girls? Who killed 'em?
Glimfeather: Only one girl, my lord. Her name is Jill.
Trumpkin: Speak up, speak up. Don't stand there buzzing and twittering in my ear. Who's been killed?
Glimfeather: Nobody's been killed.
Trumpkin: Who?
Glimfeather: NOBODY.
Trumpkin: All right, all right. You needn't shout. I'm not so deaf as all that. What do you mean by coming here to tell me that nobody's been killed? Why should anyone have been killed?
Eustace: Better tell him I'm Eustace.
Glimfeather: The boy's Eustace, my lord.
Trumpkin (irritably): Useless? I dare say he is. Is that any reason for bringing him to court? Hey?
Glimfeather: Not useless. EUSTACE.
Trumpkin: Used to it, is he? I don't know what you're talking about, I'm sure. I tell you what it is, Master Glimfeather; when I was a young Dwarf there used to be talking beasts and birds in this country who really could talk. There wasn't all this mumbling and muttering and whispering. It wouldn't have been tolerated for a moment.
Glimfeather: Two strangers, my Lord.
Trumpkin: Rangers! What d'ye mean? I see two uncommonly grubby man-cubs. What do they want?
Jill: My name's Jill.
Glimfeather (loudly): The girl's called Jill.
Trumpkin: What's that? The girls are all killed! I don't believe a word of it. What girls? Who killed 'em?
Glimfeather: Only one girl, my lord. Her name is Jill.
Trumpkin: Speak up, speak up. Don't stand there buzzing and twittering in my ear. Who's been killed?
Glimfeather: Nobody's been killed.
Trumpkin: Who?
Glimfeather: NOBODY.
Trumpkin: All right, all right. You needn't shout. I'm not so deaf as all that. What do you mean by coming here to tell me that nobody's been killed? Why should anyone have been killed?
Eustace: Better tell him I'm Eustace.
Glimfeather: The boy's Eustace, my lord.
Trumpkin (irritably): Useless? I dare say he is. Is that any reason for bringing him to court? Hey?
Glimfeather: Not useless. EUSTACE.
Trumpkin: Used to it, is he? I don't know what you're talking about, I'm sure. I tell you what it is, Master Glimfeather; when I was a young Dwarf there used to be talking beasts and birds in this country who really could talk. There wasn't all this mumbling and muttering and whispering. It wouldn't have been tolerated for a moment.