The Precious Returns
LUCCHINOL: Lucchinol will takes care of the precious, yes? Makes it a nice home in the Red Sox Hall of Fame with the trophy.
GOLLARUM: Why, when we can have it for us?
LUCCHINOL: Because the fansies are so kind and sweet to Lucchinol. They high fives him and cheers. Fansies are my friends!
GOLLARUM: You don’t have any friends. Nobody likes you.
LUCCHINOL: I’m not listening, I’m not listening.
GOLLARUM: We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little mientkiewiczes. Wicked, tricksy, false!
LUCCHINOL: Yes, they betrayed us.
GOLLARUM: We waits ’til they sleep, puts them on waivers, or trades them to non-contenders, then takes the precious! [Gollarum! Gollarum!]
LUCCHINOL: Yes...yes! ...And take it for ME!
GOLLARUM: For us.
LUCCHINOL: I meant for us.
