Nim: LALALALALALALALA!
Con: What are you doing?

Nim: Keeping my tongue moving! Yesterday, I worried about haughty eyes. The next thing God hates is a lying tongue. So I'm not letting my tongue lie still for even a moment.

Nim: BLADALADALADALADA!

Con: It's lying, as in "tell a lie," not like "lie still."
Nim: Oh, thang gudneth! My tung ith exthauthted.