Gandalf: Thranduil, stop that.
Thranduil: Stop what?
Gandalf: Doing whatever that is.
Bard: What exactly is that you are doing?
Thranduil: Nothing. Just doing what I always do.
Gandalf: Which is making everyone else look bad.
Thranduil: That hurts my feelings, Gandalf.
Gandalf: I apologize.
Bard: You know how sensitive Thranduil is about his looks.
Thranduil: I am very sensitive about them. You will never know how hard it is to be the most beautiful creature to ever walk the face of this earth. It breaks my heart to know how extraordinarily symmetrical I am with long flowing locks of golden hair that frame my immaculate porcelain features with seductively blue eyes so deep they penetrate the souls of anyone I look at.
Gandalf: I think I am going to be sick.
Bard: Can we start this battle already?