We hear and obey

Jerome used to rule our social life. On a Friday or Saturday night, when we still lived in Hobbiton, he would order our cab to the local hotspot (please, Dan or Jonathan, help me with a Lord of the Rings equivalent for our local market town). Then he would ring our house:

Phone rings.
"Hello"
"Taxi's booked for 8.00. Get in the bath NOW!"
Phone goes dead.