God, me, too.
And now I feel like a fickle, fickle beast, but I don't know what I'm going to do with myself when I don't have Alan Shaw's Joly to look at anymore. I didn't take much notice of him when I saw him on tour, but after three viewings in Toronto, he ruins the barricade scenes for me because I can't look at anyone else.
"Quand vous aurez besoin de Bahorel, capitaine, Bahorel est là! Je sais faire trébucher tous les chevaux du garde-corps avec une ficelle... Rien qu'une petite ficelle. Enfin, pensez à Bahorel du Café Musain!"