Sam : What we need is a few good taters.
Gollum : What’s taters, precious? What’s taters, eh?
Sam : Po-tay-toes. Boil ’em, mash ’em, stick ’em in a stew. Lovely big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish.
Sam : Even you couldn’t say no to that.
Gollum : Oh yes we could. Spoilin’ nice fish. Give it to us raw and wrigglin’. You keep nasty chips.
Sam : You’re hopeless.
(The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers)
I got back a little late for fixing dinner tonight. Since the kids were at their father’s house, Pure Luck and I went out to Ruby Tuesday, where I ordered a small steak with steamed broccoli and a baked potato.
"Butter and sour cream?"
"No, just plain," I answered heroically.
Time dragged by as I watched Pure Luck eat his soup. Finally dinner arrived! I looked at my plate. The potato? Covered with butter, inside and out.
I sent it back, precious.