Farewell, Adagio

Everyone's gone. Viggo rallied the lot, we're all vimmed and vigoured up and chafing to go to battle. I have my helmet-- all right, it's a pot, but it'll do, and a tea-tray for a shield. It's time to take back the set and finish these films, once and for all!

So... I suppose what I'm try to say is... Elijah, would you please, please, please get dressed?