Christopher Walken and Gandalf are stuck in Trapped Elevator in a Mine Shaft and forced to have a deep conversation.

Gandalf: This conveyance, it seems... is no longer conveying. A most inconvenient interruption to our journey.

Walken: (pauses, stares intensely) Elevators. They go up. They go down. Sometimes...they just *stop*. Like a heartbeat.

Gandalf: Indeed. A stillness that echoes in the very stone of this mountain, a silence ripe with potential.

Walken: Potential... for what? For the creak, the groan, the *snap*? Fate, Gandalf, is a fickle dancer.

Gandalf: Perhaps. But even in the deepest darkness, a single spark can ignite a flame of hope. And knowledge.

Walken: (nods slowly) Hope... a dangerous thing. Like a loaded pistol. You never know when it's gonna... *fire*.

Gandalf: Nevertheless, despair is a weapon wielded by the shadows. We must resist its allure.

Walken: Resist... everything resists. The rock, the steel, even the air we breathe. It's a struggle, see? A *struggle*.

Gandalf: Yet struggle can forge strength. And from strength, wisdom. We must learn from this unexpected confinement.

Walken: (leans in close) Wisdom... is knowing when to hold 'em, knowing when to fold 'em. And when to just... wait.