[The Rohirrim are clearing Uruk bodies. Gimli sits on one, smoking his pipe.]

Legolas: "Final count: fourty-two."

Gimli: "Fourty-two?! That's not bad for a pointy-eared Elvish princeling."

Gimli: "I myself am sitting pretty on fourty-three."

[Legolas frowns. He draws his bow and shoots Gimli's Uruk.]

Legolas: "Fourty-three."

Gimli: "He was already dead."

Legolas: "He was twitching."

Gimli: "He was twitching because he's got my axe embedded in his nervous system!"

[Gimli wiggles the axe handle, making the Uruk twitch.]