(..) This city has dwelt ever in the sight of its shadow. A storm is coming. This is not the weather of the world. This is a device of Sauron's making. A broil of fume he sends ahead of his host. The Orcs of Mordor have no love of daylight... ...so he covers the face of the sun... (..)

(..) to enjoy the portrait, Stan, because you don't deserve to enjoy the real thing! Francine, wait! KLAUS: Oh, hi, Francine. Excited for that London broil. Oh, OK, you're storming upstairs. Francine! She stormed upstairs in a huff, Stan! Oh, but maybe you'd like to come in, chat with your friend Klaus. (..)

(..) with the green? Wait! One more thing. HUMMING You! You embarrassed me in front of everybody! By making London broil? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't drag your delicious London broil into a conversation about that filthy painting! Are you still upset about that? (..)