Good-morning

"Sturnus Corvus, and Caius Alaudus. Good-morning, gentlemen. / Gallinarius Falco and Caius Graculus. Good-morning. / Caius Alaudus. Good-morning monsieur Falco. / Gallinarius Falco. Good-morning, you little fawning, meeching, creeping, sneaking, stinking puppy-dog."

"But if they are greeted with the sunrise and good weather, they cheep a good-morning to one another in soft, cheerful voices, and go at once to their feeding-grounds, where they regale themselves on the wheat of the stubbles, the buckwheat, the seeds of grasses, and the rag-weed, and on the berries of the haw, the gum, and the chicken-grape."

"“Good morning!” he said at last. “We don’t want any adventures here, thank you![…]” By this he meant that the conversation was at an end. / “What a lot of things you do use Good morning for!” said Gandalf. “Now you mean that you want to get rid of me, […] And you do know my name, though you don’t remember that I belong to it. I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me! To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Beladonna Took’s son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!”"