*Martin F standing off to the side, talking to/kissing his [choke]*wife*
*Benedict C looking over his script
Me: *walks silently up to Ben* Benny.
Me: *watching the non freebatch horror show* How can you just stand by and let this happen?
Me: *gestures to the hobbit* Well, look. Your boyfriend's slipping through your damn fingers, Benny.
Ben: *choke* *blush* he's not my-
Me: Through your fingers, dammit!
Ben: he's not-
Me: Your fingers! *runs away*