We exit the building with our movie in hand: The Hobbit!
Master Betty accidentally drops the DVD immediately.
Starling runs over to it, picking it up and dusting it off.
Starling: “It’s dirty now!” Her voice drops to a tormented, icy, bitter tone, and she spits out, “It’s filthy! Filthy Hobbitsez!”
Master Betty: *sigh* “Stop squatting on the ground. People are staring. Give it to-“
Starling: “No! Mine! My precious!” *Runs across oncoming traffic to car* “Smeagol knows the way!”
