Sméagol/Gollum quotes

My precious. Note: ranked #85 in the American Film Institute's list of the top 100 movie quotations in American cinema.

[eating dead rabbits] Look! Look. See what Sm?agol finds? They are young, they are tender, they are fresh! Yes they are! Eat them, eat them!

Sam: Mordor. The one place in Middle-earth we don't want to see any closer, and the one place we're trying to get to. It's just where we can't get. Let's face it, Mr. Frodo, we're lost. I don't think Gandalf meant for us to come this way.
Frodo: He didn't mean for a lot of things to happen, Sam. But they did.

Frodo: What food have we got?
Sam: Let me see. Ah, yes. Lembas bread. And look! More lembas bread. I don't usually hold with foreign foods, but this Elvish stuff, it's not bad.
Frodo: Nothing ever dampens your spirits, does it, Sam?
Sam: [looks up] Those rain clouds might.

Gollum: They're thieves. They're thieves! They're filthy little thieves! Where is it? Where is it? They ssstole it from us... my precioussss. Curse them! We hates them! It's ours, it is, and we wants it!

Sam: Every Orc in Mordor's gonna hear this racket! Let's just tie him up and leave him!
Smeagol: No! That would kill us! Kill us!
Sam: It's no more than you deserve!
Frodo: Maybe he does deserve to die, but now that I see him... I do pity him.

Pippin: Merry? Merry!
Uruk-hai Captain: What is it? What do you smell?
Uruk-hai Sniffer: Man-flesh.
Pippin: Aragorn.
Uruk-hai Captain: They've picked up our trail... let's move!

Aragorn: Legolas! What do your Elf-eyes see?
Legolas: The Uruks turn northeast... They are taking the Hobbits to Isengard!
Aragorn: ...Saruman.
Geographically, Legolas should have said northwest.

Saruman: The horsemen took your lands. They drove your people into the hills, to scratch a living of rocks!
Wildman Chieftain: Murderers! [the wildmen yell]
Saruman: Take back the lands they stole from you. Burn every village! [shows the wildmen and Uruk-hai attacking a Rohan village.] [voiceover] It will begin with Rohan. Too long have these peasants stood against you. But no more.

Legolas: Come, Gimli!
Gimli: [Panting heavily] I'm wasted on cross-country! We dwarves are natural sprinters! Very dangerous over short distances!

Éomer: What business does an Elf, a Man, and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!
Gimli: Give me your name, horsemaster, and I shall give you mine.
Éomer: I would cut off your head, dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground.
Legolas: [taking out bow] You would die before your stroke fell! [The riders raise their spears, until Aragorn pushes Legolas' bow aside]
Aragorn: I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Gloin, and Legolas, of the woodland realm. We are friends of Rohan, and of Theoden, your king.
Éomer: Theoden no longer recognises friend from foe. Not even his own kin. [Removes his helmet]. Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and claimed lordship over these lands. My company and I are those loyal to Rohan, and for that, we are banished. The White wizard is cunning, they say. He walks here and there, like an old man, hooded and cloaked. And everywhere his spies slip passed our nets.
Aragorn: We are no spies. We track a party of Uruk-hai westwards across the plain. The've taken two of our friends captive.
Éomer: The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the night.
Gimli: But there were two hobbits. Did you see two hobbits with them?
Aragorn: They would be small, only children to your eyes.
Éomer: We left none alive. We piled the carcasses and burned them. [gestures to the smoke coming over the hill]
Gimli: They're dead?
Éomer: [nods] I am sorry. [Éomer pauses, then whistles] Hasufel! Arod! [two horses trot over] May these horses bear you to better fortune than their former masters. [Mounts his horse and dons his helmet] Look for your friends. But do not trust to hope. It has forsaken these lands. [To his riders] We ride north!

Pippin: It's talking to us, Merry. The tree is talking!
Treebeard: Tree? I am no tree! I am an Ent.
Merry: [fascinated] A tree-herder. A shepherd of the forest!
Pippin: Don't talk to it, Merry. Don't encourage it!
Treebeard: Treebeard, some call me.
Pippin: And... whose side are you on?
Treebeard: Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little Orc. No one cares for the woods anymore.
Merry: We're not Orcs. We're Hobbits!
Treebeard: "Hobbits"? Never heard of a Hobbit before. [getting angry] Sounds like Orc mischief to me! They come with fire! They come with axes! Gnawing, biting, breaking, hacking, burning!! Destroyers and usurpers, CURSE THEM!!
Merry: You don't understand! We're Hobbits! Halflings! Shire-folk!
Treebeard: Maybe you are not... [calming] and maybe you are. The White Wizard will know.


Sam: There are dead things... dead faces in the water!
Gollum: All dead. All rotten. Elves, and Men, and Orcses. A great battle long ago... The Dead Marshes. Yes, yes, that is the name! This way. Don't follow the lights.
[Sam slips and almost ends up in the water]
Gollum: Careful now! Or hobbits go down to join the Dead Ones, and light little candles of their own.
[While they continue to walk, Frodo stops to look at one of the bodies. He looks down at a dead elf. The elf's eyes suddenly open, and Frodo falls face forward into the marshes. When he comes to, horrid looking ghosts are reaching for him. Gollum barely manages to pull him out.]
Frodo: ... Gollum?
Gollum: [more firmly] Don't follow the lights!

Gollum: So bright... So beautiful... Ah, Precious...
Frodo: What did you say?
Gollum: Master should be resting. Master needs to keep up his strength.
Frodo: [approaches him] Who are you?
Gollum: Mustn't ask us, not it's business. Gollum, gollum.
Frodo: Gandalf told me you were one of the River-folk.
Gollum: [muttering to himself] "Cold be heart and hand and bone. Cold be travelers far from home."
Frodo: He said your life was a sad story.
Gollum: "They do not see what lies ahead, when Sun has failed and Moon is dead."
Frodo: You were not so very different from a Hobbit once, were you... Smèagol?
Gollum: [looks up] ...What did you call me?
Frodo: That was your name once, wasn't it? A long time ago.
Gollum: My name? My name... Smèagol.

White Wizard: You are tracking the footsteps of two young hobbits.
Aragorn: Where are they?
White Wizard: They passed this way the day before yesterday. They met someone they did not expect. Does that comfort you?
Aragorn: Who are you? Show yourself!
[The White Wizard steps out of the light revealing to be Gandalf]
Aragorn: It cannot be... you fell!
Gandalf: Through fire... and water... From the lowest dungeon to the highest peak, I fought him, the Balrog of Morgoth. Until at last, I threw down my enemy and smote his ruin upon the mountainside. Darkness took me. And I strayed out of thought and time. Stars wheeled overhead and everyday was as long as a life-age of the earth. But it was not the end. I felt life in me again. I have been sent back, until my task is done.
Aragorn: Gandalf.
Gandalf: Gandalf? Yes... that's what they used to call me. Gandalf the Grey. That was my name.
Gimli: Gandalf!
Gandalf: I am Gandalf the White! I come back to you now, at the turn of the tide.

Saruman: [voiceover] Rohan, my lord, is ready to fall. [scene cuts to the fords of Isen, full of slain Rohirrim]
Éomer [quietly] Th?odred. [to others] Find the king's son! [the Rohirrim search the bodies]
Rohan soldier: Mordor will pay for this!
Éomer: These orcs are not from Mordor. [kicks over a slain orc, revealing the White hand on its helmet]
Rohan soldier: My Lord Éomer, over here!
Éomer: [hurries over to Th?odred's body] He is alive!

Éomer: If we don't defend our country, Saruman will take it by force.
Grima Wormtongue: That is a lie. Saruman the white has forever been our friend and ally.
Th?oden (mumbling weakly): Gríma... Gríma...
[Gríma kneels before Th?oden, surveying him intently]
Éomer: Orcs are roming freely across our lands. Unchecked, unchallenged, killing at will. Orcs bearing the White Hand of Saruman. [throws a helmet, bearing the white hand at Gríma's feet]
Gríma: Why do you lay these troubles on an already troubled mind? Can you not see? Your uncle is wearied by your malcontent, your warmongering.
Éomer: Warmongering? [grabs Gríma by the throat] How long is it since Saruman bought you? What was the promised price, Gríma? When all the men are dead, you would take your share of the treasure? [sees Gríma looking at Éowyn] Too long have you watched my sister. Too long have you haunted her steps. [Gríma smiles. several men come from behind and seize Éomer]
Gríma: You see much Éomer, son of Éomund. Too much. You are banished forthwith from the kingdom of Rohan, under pain of death.

Gríma: Oh, he must've died s-sometime in the night. What a tragedy for the King to lose his only son and heir. I understand. His passing is hard to accept... especially now that your brother has deserted you.
[He places a tentative hand on Éowyn's shoulder. She shakes him off in disgust and stumbles hurriedly to her feet, shaken]
Éowyn: Leave me alone, snake!
Gríma: Oh, but you are alone. [he stands, circling her like a predator] Who knows what you've spoken to the darkness, in the bitter watches of the night... when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you... a hutch to trammel some wild thing in. [he touches her cheek lightly and her eyes flutter closed] So fair. So cold. Like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill.
[She opens her eyes and looks into his for a long moment]
Éowyn: Your words are poison.
[She leaves him]

Háma:I cannot allow you before Theoden King so heavily armed, Gandalf Greyhame. By order of... [he pauses disgustedly] Gríma Wormtongue.
(Gandalf nods. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli proceed to remove their weapons and give them to the soldiers. Háma pauses, as if waiting for something.)
Háma: Your staff.
Gandalf: Oh?... You wouldn't part an old man from his... walking-stick?
[Gandalf turns, and gives a quick and nonchalant wink to Aragorn. Aragorn grins back. They enter the hall. The doors and windows close, and extra guards casually prepare for fighting]
Gríma: [whispering in Th?oden's ear] My lord, Gandalf the Grey is coming. He is not welcome.
Gandalf: The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Th?oden King.
Th?oden: [weakly] Why... should I welcome you... Gandalf Stormcrow?
Gríma: [to Th?oden] A just question, my liege. [rises] Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear! Láthspell I name you. Ill news is an ill guest.
Gandalf: Be silent! Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth! I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm.
[Shoves his staff in Gríma's face]
Gríma: His staff! I told you to take the wizard's staff!
[A brawl ensues between Gríma's men and the heroes; Gríma and his men are quickly subdued]
Gimli: [to Gríma, having seized him] I would stay still if I were you!

Th?oden: Alas that these evil days should be mine. The young perish, and the old linger.
Gandalf: Th?odred's death was not of your making.
King Th?oden: No parent should have to bury their child.

Gollum: Must have the precious... They stoles it from us... Sneaky little hobbites! Wicked! Tricksy! False!
Sm?agol: No, not master.
Gollum: Master, Yes, Precious. False! They will cheat you. Hurt you. Lie!
Sm?agol: Master's my friend.
Gollum: You don't have any friends. Nobody likes you.
Sm?agol: I'm not listening... Not listening...
Gollum: You're a liar, and a thief.
Sm?agol: No.
Gollum: Murderer.
Sm?agol: [looks distraught] ... Go away...
Gollum: Go away?! [cackles]
Sm?agol: ... I hates you... I hates you...
Gollum: Where would you be without me?! Gollum! Gollum! I saved us! It was me! We survived because of me!
Sm?agol: ... Not... anymore.
Gollum: What did you say?
Sm?agol: Master looks after us now. We don't need you.
Gollum: What?
Sm?agol: Leave now... and never come back.
Gollum: No!
Sm?agol: Leave now, and never come back!
Gollum: [snarls angrily]
Sm?agol: Leave now - and never come back! [tense pause] We... we told him to go away. And away he goes, precious! Gone, gone, gone! Sm?agol is free!

Sm?agol: What's it doing?! Stupid, fat hobbit! You ruins it!
Sam: What's to ruin? There was hardly any meat on them. What we need is a few good taters.
Smeagol: What's "taters", precious? What's "taters", eh?
Sam: Po-tay-toes! Boil em, mash em, stick em in a stew. Lovely big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish.
[Sm?agol spits.]
Sam: Even you couldn't say no to that.
Smeagol: Oh yes, we could! Spoiling nice fish! Give it to us raw, and wriggling! You keep nasty chips!
Sam: ...You're hopeless.

[Gimli is talking to Éowyn]
Gimli: It's true you don't see many Dwarf women. In fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance, that they're often mistaken for Dwarf men.
Aragorn: [Whispers, strokes beard] It's the beards.[Éowyn giggles]
Gimli: And this, in turn, has given rise to the belief that there are no Dwarf women; and that Dwarves just... spring out of holes in the ground! Which is, of course, ridiculous. Woah! [falls off horse] I'm all right! I'm all right. Nobody panic! That was deliberate! It was deliberate!

Gríma: Helms Deep has but one weakness. Its outer wall is solid rock, but for a small culvert at its base, which is little more than a drain. [Saruman is pouring black powder into a metal container. Gríma approaches, holding a lit candle] How? How can fire undo stone? [Saruman firmly pushes Gríma's candle away.]
Saruman: If the wall is breached, Helm's Deep will fall.
Gríma: Even if it is breached, it would take a number beyond reckoning, thousands, to storm the keep.
Saruman: Tens of thousands.
Gríma: But my lord, there is no such force! [the two emerge, revealing the ten-thousand strong Uruk-hai army]
Saruman: [to the army] A new power is rising! Its victory is at hand! This night, the land will be stained with the blood of Rohan! March to Helm's Deep! Leave none alive! To war! [to Gríma] There will be no dawn for Men.

Pippin: Look, there's smoke to the south!
Treebeard: There's always smoke rising from Isengard these days.
Merry: Isengard?
Treebeard:There was a time when Saruman would walk in my woods. But now he has a mind of metal, and wheels. He no longer cares for growing things.
[Merry and Pippin see the Uruk-hai army]
Pippin: What is it?
Merry: It's Saruman's army. The war has started.

Elrond: Arwen, tollen i lu. I chair gwannar na Valannor. Si bado, no cirar. ("Arwen. The ships are leaving for Valinor. Go now, before it is too late.")
Arwen: I have made my choice.
Elrond: He is not coming back. Why do you linger here when there is no hope?
Arwen: There is still hope.
Elrond: If Aragorn survives this war, you will still be parted. If Sauron is defeated, and Aragorn made king and all that you hope for comes true, you will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die. And there will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death, an image of the splendor of the kings of men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter, you will linger on in darkness and in doubt. As nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Here you will dwell, bound to your grief, under the fading trees, until all the world is changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent. Arwen, there is nothing for you here... only death.
[Arwen is weeping]
Elrond: Ah im, u-'erin veleth lin? ("Do I not also have your love?")
Arwen: Gerich veleth nin, ada. ("You have my love, father.")

Faramir: My men tell me that you are Orc spies.
Sam: Spies?! Now wait just a minute!
Faramir: Well if you're not spies, then who are you? Speak.
Frodo: We are hobbits of the Shire. Frodo Baggins is my name, and this is Samwise Gamgee.
Faramir: Your bodyguard?
Sam: His gardener.
Faramir: And where is your skulking friend? That gangrel creature. He had an ill-favoured look.
Frodo: There was no other. We set out from Rivendell with seven companions. One we lost in Moria. Two were my kin. A Dwarf there was also, and an Elf. And two men, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and Boromir of Gondor.
Faramir: You're a friend of Boromir?
Frodo: Yes. For my part.
Faramir: It will grieve you then to learn that he is dead.
Frodo: Dead? How? When?
Faramir: As one of his companions, 'd hoped you would tell me. He was my brother.

[(From the extended edition) Faramir remembers when he last saw his brother, Boromir] Gondor soldiers: Boromir! Boromir!
Boromir: [Raises the Banner of the White Tower and draws his sword] This city was once the jewel of our kingdom! A place of light, and beauty, and music. And so it shall be once more! [the soldiers cheer] Let the armies of Mordor know this: Never again, will the land of my people fall into enemy hands! [the soldiers continue to cheer] The city of Osgiliath, has been reclaimed, for Gondor!
Gondor Soldiers: For Gondor!
Boromir: For Gondor!
Gondor Soldiers: For Gondor!
Boromir: For Gondor! [Faramir meets Boromir, and the two embrace]
Faramir: Good speech. Nice and short.
Boromir: Leaves more time for drinking! [Both laugh] Break out the ale! These men are thirsty! [This gives a huge cheer from the men - Boromir fills two mugs with ale, and hands one to Faramir] Remember today, little brother. Today, life is good. [Sees Faramir looking over his shoulder] What?
Faramir: He's here. [Boromir turns to see Denethor congratulating the men]
Boromir: One moment of peace, can he no give us that?
Denethor: Where is he? Where is Gondor's finest? Where is my first born?
Boromir: [Turns round, reluctantly] Father! [They embrace]
Denethor: They say you vanquished the enemy almost single handedly!
Boromir: They exaggerate. The victory belongs to Faramir also.
Denethor: [bitterly] But for Faramir this city would still be standing. Were you not entruseted to guard it?
Faramir: I would have, but our numbers were too few.
Denethor: Oh, too few. Always you cast poor reflection on me.
Faramir: That is not my intent.
Boromir: [To Denethor] You give him no credit and yet he tries to do you good. [The two draw aside] He loves you father!
Denethor: Do not trouble me with Faramir. I know his uses, and they are few. We have more pressing matters at hand. Elrond of Rivendell has called a meeting. Though he has not said I have guessed its purpose. It is rumoured that the weapon of the enemy has been found.
Boromir: The One Ring? Islidur's bane!
Denethor: And it has fallen into the hands of the Elves. Everyone will try to claim it. Elves, Dwarves, wizards. This thing must come to Gondor [Boromir looks uncertain] It's dangerous, I know. Every the ring will try to corrupt the hearts of lesser men, but you, you are strong. It is our blood that is being spilt. Our people who are dying. Bring me this mighty gift.
Boromir: No. My place is here with my people, not in Rivendell!
Denethor: Would you deny your own father?
Faramir: If there is need to go to Rivendell, send me instead.
Denethor: Oh yes. A chance for Faramir, Captain of Gondor to show his quality. I think not. I trust this mission only to your brother. The one who will not fail me.
[Boromir (in his clothing from The Fellowship of the Ring) looks longingly at the Banner of the White Tower, and turns to his brother] Boromir: Remember today, little brother. [Rides away]

Faramir: To enter the forbidden pool pays the penilty of death. They wait for my comand. Shall I shoot?
Smeagol: [down below, singing] Rock and pool, is nice and cool, so juicy swee-eeet! Our only wish, to catch a fish, so juicy swee-eeet!

Gollum: Smeagol... Smèagol... Why does it cry, Smèagol?
Smèagol: Horrid men hurts us. Master tricksed us...
Gollum: Of course he did. I told you he was tricksy. I told you he was false.
Smèagol: Master is our friend! My friend...
Gollum: Master betrayed us!
Smèagol: No, no, not its business! Leave us alone!
Gollum: Filthy little hobbitses, they stole it from us!
Smèagol: No... no...
Faramir: What did they steal?
Gollum: ... My... PRECIOUS!!! [screams]

Aragorn: It is an army bred for a single purpose... to destroy the world of Men. They will be here by night fall.
King Th?oden: Let them come!

King Theoden: Look at my men! Their courage hangs by a thread! If this is to be our end, then I would have them make such an end, as to be worthy of remembrance!

Gimli: [putting on a mail coat too long for him] If I had time I'd get this adjusted...
[Aragorn and Legolas look at each other]
Gimli: It's a little tight across the chest!

Th?oden: Who am I, Gamling?
Gamling: You are our king, sire.
Th?oden: And do you trust your king?
Gamling: Your men, my lord, will follow you to whatever end.
Th?oden: To whatever end.
Where is the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?
They have passed like rain on the mountains,
Like wind in the meadows.
The days have gone down in the West,
Behind the hills, into shadow.

How did it come to this?

Aragorn: [to a scared-looking boy] Give me your sword.
[the boy hands his sword to Aragorn]
Aragorn: What is your name?
Haleth: Haleth, son of Háma, my lord. The men are saying that we will not live out the night. They say that there is no hope.
Aragorn: This is a good sword, Haleth son of Háma. There is always hope.

[Gimli stands next to Legolas on the wall. Only the top of his helmet is visible] Gimli: You could have picked a better spot!

Gimli: Well, lad, whatever luck you live by, let's hope it lasts the night.
Legolas: Your friends are with you, Aragorn.
Gimli: Let's hope they last the night.

Gimli: What's happening out there?
Legolas: Shall I describe it to you, or would you like me to find you a box? [Gimli laughs.]

Aragorn: Pendraith! ("Ladders!")
Gimli: Good!

Gimli: Legolas! Two already!
Legolas: I'm on seventeen!
Gimli: Hah! I'll have no pointy-ears outscoring me!
[he kills another Uruk]
Legolas: Nineteen!

Gimli: Oh, come on! We can take 'em!
Aragorn: It's a long way.
Gimli: [Reluctantly]...Toss me.
Aragorn: [Surprised] What?
Gimli: I cannot jump the distance, so you'll have to toss me!
[Aragorn is ready to throw Gimli]
Gimli: Ah! ...Don't tell the Elf.
Aragorn: [Grins] Not a word.
[Aragorn picks up Gimli and throws him over the gap]

Pippin: Turn around. Turn around and take us south!
Treebeard: South? But that will... lead you past Isengard.
Pippin: Yes. Exactly. If we go south we can slip past Saurman unnoticed. The closer we are to danger the father away we are from harm is the last thing he'll expect.
Treebeard: Hmm, that doesn't make much sence. But then you are rather small. Perhaps you're right. South it is then. I always liked going south. Somehow feels like going downhill.
Merry: [to Pippin] Are you mad?! We'll be caught.
Pippin: No, we won't. Not this time.

[Seeing the torn-down forest around Isengard]
Treebeard: Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I had known from nut and acorn.
Pippin: I'm sorry, Treebeard.
Treebeard: They had voices of their own... Saruman... A wizard should know better!
[He gives a loud yell which echoes across the landscape]
Treebeard: There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of men for this treachery!
[More Ents emerge from the woods, following Treebeard]
Pippin: Look, the trees! They're moving!
Merry: Where are they going?
Treebeard: They have business with the Orcs. My business is with Isengard tonight, with rock and stone!
[More Ents emerge from the woods, joining Treebeard]
Treebeard: Come, my friends. The Ents are going to war. It is likely that we go to our doom. The last march of the Ents.

Th?oden: So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?
Aragorn: Ride out with me. Ride out and meet them.
Th?oden: For death and glory!
Aragorn: For Rohan. For your people.
Gimli: The sun is rising.
[Aragorn remembers what Gandalf said]
Gandalf: [voiceover] Look for my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the east.
Th?oden: Yes. Yes! The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep ...one last time!
Gimli: Yes!
[runs off to blow the horn]
Th?oden: Let this be the hour that we draw swords together. Fell deeds awake. Now for Wrath, now for Ruin, and a Red Dawn!
[a thundering blast issues from the horn]
Th?oden: Forth Éorlingas!

[A single horse and rider are visible at the top of a steep hill]
Gandalf: Th?oden King stands alone.
[Éomer joins Gandalf from the other side of the hill]
Éomer: Not alone. Rohirrim!
[The rest of Éomer's Èored joins them at the top]
Éomer: To the King!

Sam: It's me. It's your Sam. Don't you know your Sam?
Frodo: I can't do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo; the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end... because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was, when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you that meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going... because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.

Faramir: I think at last we understand one another, Frodo Baggins.
Gondorian Ranger: You know the laws of our country, the laws of your father. If you let them go, your life will be forfeit.
Faramir: Then it is forfeit. Release them.

Legolas: Final count... forty-two.
Gimli: Forty-two. That's not bad for a pointy-eared Elvish princeling. I myself am sitting pretty on forty-three.
[Legolas frowns, and almost in a blink of the eye shoots the orc Gimli is sitting on]
Legolas: Forty-three.
Gimli: He was already dead!
Legolas: He was twitching.
Gimli: He was twitching...?! 'Cause he's got my axe embedded in his nervous system! [to exemplify this, he tilts his axe, and the dead orc twitches again]

Sam: I wonder if we'll ever be put into songs or tales.
Frodo: What?
Sam: I wonder if people will ever say, "Let's hear about Frodo and the Ring," and they'll say, "Yes, that's one of my favorite stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he, Dad?" "Yes, my boy, the most famousest of hobbits. And that's saying a lot."
Frodo: You left out one of the chief characters: Samwise the Brave. I want to hear more about Sam. Frodo wouldn't have got far without Sam.
Sam: Now Mr. Frodo, you shouldn't make fun. I was being serious.
Frodo: So was I.

Sm?agol: Master! Master looks after us. Master wouldn't hurt us...
Gollum: Master broke his promise.
Sm?agol: Don't ask Sm?agol. Poor, poor Sm?agol...
Gollum: Master betrayed us! Wicked, tricksy, false! We ought to wring his filthy little neck. Kill him! Kill him! Kill them both. And then we takes the precious... and we be the master!
Sm?agol: The fat hobbit, he knows. Eyes always watching.
Gollum: Then we stabs them out. Put out his eyeses! Make him crawl!
Sm?agol: Yes! Yes! Yes!
Gollum: Kill them both.
Sm?agol: Yes!... No, no! It's too risky, it's too risky.
Gollum: We could let her do it.
Sm?agol: Yes. She could do it.
Gollum: Yes, Precious, she could. And then we takes it once they're dead!
Sm?agol: Once they're dead.
Gollum: Shh...
[Sm?agol reveals himself for the hobbits]
Sm?agol: Come on, hobbits! Long ways to go yet. Sm?agol will show you the way.
Gollum: Follow me.

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