[Frodo wakes up with a start. Merry, Pippin and Sam are gathered around a fire.]
Merry: "My tomato's burst."
Pippin: "Can I have some bacon?"
Merry: "Okay. Want some tomatoes Sam?"
Frodo: "What are you doing?!"
Merry: "Tomatoes, sausages, nice crispy bacon."
Sam: "We saved some for you, Mister Frodo."
Frodo: "Put it out, you fools! Put it out!"
[He stamps on the fire, trying to douse the flames.]
Pippin: "Oh, that's nice! Ash on my tomatoes!"
[Suddenly, a Nazgûl's cry pierces the darkness. The hobbits jump up, startled, and look over the lip of the overhang.]
[The hobbits see five Nazgûl closing in on Amon Sûl.]
[The hobbits unsheathe their small swords.]
All: "Uh?!"
[Frodo motions the others to run up the steps, towards the ruins.]
Frodo: "Go!"