The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers quotes

60 total quotes (ID: 356)

Aragorn
Éowyn
Faramir
Galadriel
Gandalf the White
King Théoden
Legolas
Saruman the White
Sméagol/Gollum


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.]

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!

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]

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.

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!

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.

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!

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!

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

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]

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!

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.


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.