"AND GUESS WHAT? GANDALF AND HIS PEEPS ARE THERE! THE BARD DUDE And Elv Ven King and did ah mention Gaaaaaandaaaaaaaalf?"
"Yes. Yes you did."
"Ah thought so!"
"HE GIVES AWAY THE ARKENSTONE AND he doesn't care oh no!"
"But ah think-and ah think ya'll'll agree with me-"
"No Rachel! Not your southern accent!"
"Ah lak talkin' lak this, shug! Ya'll listen good now!"
"Rachel, I seriously regret giving you that book-"
"By which you mean, We Interrupt This Semester For An Important Bulletin?"
"You got this whole 'ya'll' and 'shug' idea from Prudie's southern accent, didn't you?"
"Ah maht 'ave shug...but listen good...oooh, that rhymes!" Squealed Rachel, breaking out of character for a moment.
"Anyway, ya'll, Gandalf said, "Bilbo, you betta not go back to the mountain, fool-ah mean it!"
"But Bilbo kinda underesimates the gold sickness, which Gandalf lampshades..."
"And I thought that Gandalf was going to say, "Look here, don't estimate Thorin-Speaking of which-"
"I FORGOT TO TELL YOU ABOUT THE DEMENTED STARE OF DOOM!"
"Excuse me?"