“Turn right in 2 miles. Do not disappoint me.”
“How grand it must be to have the luxury of not taking Exit 12. Turn around when possible, you bumbling idiot.”
“How extraordinarily like your father you are; he would have missed the turn-off too. Turn around and go back, you pathetic fool.”
“There will be no foolish lane-merging or silly u-turns in the next mile.”
“Miss the right turn? 20 liters off for your car.”
/somehow dumps gas out of car
DRIVE TO ROUTE THREE HUNDRED AND NINETY FOUR.
“I SAID TURN DOWN ROUTE THREE HUNDRED AND NINETY FOUR, YOU FILTHLY MUGGLE.”
“You didn’t take the turn? Minus 10 points for Gryffindor.”
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Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Meh, Alan Rickman’s voice is overrated. It’s nothing like Jeremy Iron’s voi-
OH, OH, WHERE IS THAT HAND GOING? No, don’t go down there! Wait until everyone is asleep!
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I read the last line in Alan Rickman’s voice in my head. ^_^;