PJ the Bree Man: BURP!
Men of Bree: Move! Watch where you're going!
<Hobbits enter the Prancing Pony>
Frodo: Excuse me?
Butterbur: Good evening little masters! If you’re seeking accommodation we’ve got some nice, cozy, hobbit-sized rooms available. Mr. uh--
Frodo: --Underhill, my name’s Underhill.
Butterbur: Underhill. Hmm.
Sam: That fellow's done nothing bu stare at you since we've arrived
*Frodo looks at man out of corner of his eyes. Grabs Butterbur's attention as he goes past*
Frodo: Excuse me, that man over there in the corner: who is he? [[I think]]
Butterbur: He's one of them rangers. Strange folk they are, wandering the wild. What he real name is no one knows but around here he is known as Strider.
Kit edit-
Butterbur: He’s one of them rangers. Dangerous folk they are.. wandering in the wild. What his right name is I’ve never heard but around here, he’s known as Strider.
Frodo: Strider...
Yes, that Butter bur bit's a tad wrong....sorry! But I'm in a hufff, because I missed out on saying the "It comes in pints?!" bit 😛