Ken Stott movie quotes

View Quote (holding knife to LUCAN’s neck) I have the boy!

View Quote You are a Roman. You understand. And you are a Christian! You! You kept them alive

View Quote They are all Pagans here!

View Quote It never ceases to amaze me: the courage of Hobbits...

View Quote Bilbo? If there is indeed a live dragon down there... don't waken it.

View Quote Balin: Did he offer you a deal?
Thorin: He did. I told him he could go ish khak feun dol nul! Him, and all his kin!

View Quote [to Bilbo] Don't mind him, laddie. Thorin has more cause than most to hate Orcs. After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain, King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria...but our enemy had got there first. Moria had been taken by legions of Orcs, led by the most vile of all their race, Azog the Defiler. The giant Gundabad Orc had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin. He began by beheading the King. Thrain, Thorin's father, was driven mad by grief. He went missing, taken prisoner or killed; we did not know. We were leaderless; defeat and death were upon us. That is when I saw him; the young dwarf prince facing down the Pale Orc. He stood alone against this terrible foe, his armour rent, wielding nothing but an oaken branch as a shield...Azog the Defiler learned that day that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken. Our forces rallied and drove the Orcs back; our enemy had been defeated...but there was no feast nor song that night, for our dead were beyond the count of grief. We few had survived and I thought to myself then 'There is one I could follow. There is one I could call King'.

View Quote Elrond: Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting sun with the last light of Durin's Day will shine upon the key-hole.
Bilbo: Durin's Day?
Gandalf: It is the start of the Dwarves' new year when the last Moon of Autumn and the first Sun of Winter appear in the sky together.
Thorin: This is ill news. Summer is passing, Durin's Day will soon be upon us.
Balin: We still have time.
Bilbo: Time for what?
Balin: To find the entrance. We have to be standing in exactly the right spot, at exactly the right time. Then... and only then can the door be opened.
Elrond: So this is your purpose? To enter the mountain?
Thorin: What of it?
Elrond: There are some who would not deem it wise.
Gandalf: Who do you mean?
Elrond: You are not the only guardian to stand watch over Middle-earth.

View Quote [The doorbell rings; Bilbo goes to answer it and finds a dwarf.]
Dwalin: [Bows] Dwalin, at your service.
Bilbo: Uh, Bilbo...Baggins. At yours. [Dwalin walks in] Do we know each other?
Dwalin: No. Which way, laddie? Is it down here?
Bilbo: Is what down where?
Dwalin: Supper. He said there'd be food and lots of it.
Bilbo: He said? Who said?
[Dwalin proceeds to the kitchen and eats Bilbo's dinner]
Dwalin: Very good, this. Any more?
Bilbo: What? Oh, uh, yes, yes. [finds a jar of seed-cakes] Help yourself. [pauses as Dwalin eats away] It's just that, um, I wasn't expecting company.
[The doorbell rings]
Dwalin: That'll be the door.
[Bilbo opens the door, the dwarf smiles and bows]
Balin: Balin, At your service.
Bilbo: [blankly] Good evening.
Balin: Yes, it is. Though I think it might rain later. Am I late?
Bilbo: Late for what?
Balin: [catches Dwalin trying to get more scones out of another jar] OH! Evening, brother!
Dwalin: [sets down the jar and smiles] Ho ho, by my beard! You are shorter and wider than last we met.
Balin: Wider, not shorter. Sharp enough for both of us.
[Dwalin and Balin laugh and butt heads. They proceed to raid Bilbo's pantry while talking with each other]
Bilbo: Excuse me? Sorry, I hate to interrupt, but the thing is I'm not entirely sure you're in the right house. It's not that I don't like visitors. I-I like visitors as much as the next hobbit, but I do like to know them before they come visiting. The thing is...uh...the thing is, I don't know either of you, not in the slightest. I don't mean to be blunt, but I had to speak my mind. I'm sorry.
Balin: [suddenly noticing that Bilbo was talking] Apology accepted. [smiles, to Bilbo's growing confusion]

View Quote [We see Laketown, with the Lonely Mountain in the distance. Bells are ringing, and people are frantically loading their possessions into boats. In his house, the Master of Laketown is overseeing his soldiers and servants carrying boxes containing his gold and valuables.]
Master: I warned you. Did I not warn you what would come of dealing with dwarves?! Now they`ve done it! They've woken the dragon. They brought the apocalypse upon our heads!
Braga: Come on! Quickly! Quickly!
[The Master pulls a candlestick in the wall sideways; it turns out to be a secret lever, and a nearby bookshelf falls backwards to reveal a hidden staircase and boat landing with the Master's boat waiting.]
Master: Faster now! I'm trying to evacuate myself here! Careful, men. Never mind the books! Get on, get the rest of it!
Alfrid: But sire, should we not try to save the town?
Master: The town is lost! Save the gold!
Braga: You heard him! Get a move on!
[The men load all the gold and other valuables onto the Master's boat. The townspeople frantically paddle their loaded boats through the canals. Tauriel watches the sky ominously; with her elf-hearing, she can hear Smaug approaching and roaring. Suddenly, a huge shadow swoops overhead. Smaug has arrived. Tauriel enters Bard's house and prepares the dwarves and Bard's family to leave.]
Tauriel: We have no time. We must leave!
Bofur: Get him up!
Fili: Come on, brother.
Bofur: Come on, come on. Let's go.
Kili: I'm fine. I can walk.
Tauriel: As fast as you can.
Bain: We're not leaving. Not without our father.
Tauriel: If you stay here, your sisters will die. Is that what your father would want?
[Bard is in the prison, and all the men guarding him are gone. He clutches the cell bars and shouts.]
[Bard grunting]
Bard: Open this door! Do you hear me?
Fili: Give me your hand.
Bofur: We gotta go.
Tauriel: Quickly now. Hurry.
Fili: Kili, come on!
[They set off down the canal, poling the boat through the floating chunks of ice. Smaug swoops low overhead, and the townspeople scream. Smaug soars high above and away from the town, then turns and dives steeply toward the town, building up fire in his chest. As he gets over the town, he unleashes his flames, and he breathes his fire in a line all the way across the town. People scream and fall and die in the inferno. Bard smashes at his cell's bars with a pail, but to no avail. Smaug breathes fire over another section of the town; a man, on fire, falls out of his house and into the water. The Master, his men, and Alfrid poll their boat loaded with treasure through the water.]
[Smaug roaring]
[Bard grunting]
Master: Come on, come on! Faster! Faster!
[Smaug sets things to fire around them.]
Master: If only we could take more of these people with us, but they're hardly--
Alfrid: Worth it. I quite agree.
[A man tries to climb onto the boat, but Alfrid kicks him in the face and back into the water. Bard tears his blanket into strips. People are trampling each other in their efforts to escape the dragon and the fire.]
Bofur: Look out!
[The Master's boat collides with Tauriel's, upsetting everyone. They manage to push their boats apart, but some of the Master's treasure falls into the water.]
Master: Move it! Move it! Come on! Faster!
Alfrid: My gold! My gold!
Braga: We're carrying too much. We need to dump something.
[While Alfrid looks at the pile of treasure, trying to decide what to throw overboard, the Master looks at him, greedily.]
Master: You're quite right, Alfrid.
[The Master pushes Alfrid overheard, just as a cloth loops falls from above and catches around the Master's throat. It is the rope Bard made from his blanket; he has tied one end to his cell bars and let the other end loop, out of the window and over the canal, where it has conveniently caught the Master. Braga, at the front of the boat, hasn't seen this.]
Braga: Faster! Faster!
[As the boat pulls ahead, the rope loops pulls the Master back, but then he gets stuck in front of the boat's rear post. As the rope tightens around him, he gags and chokes. Eventually, the pressure is so much that the entire side of Bard's prison break, and Bard escapes. The Master frantically pulls the rope away from his throat. As Smaug flies overhead, still blowing flames, Bard breaks through the guardroom window and grabs his bow and quiver, testing his bowstring. He pushes out some of the shingles in the upper story and clambers out onto the roof, where he has a good vantage point. He ducks low as Smaug flies by almost overhead. Bard runs across the rooftops, heading toward the bell tower, the tallest building in the town. Back at the Lonely Mountain, Thorin and Company watch the town burning in the lake.]
Balin: Poor souls.
[They all stare in sadness of each other in sadness and fear. Bilbo looks back and sees that Thorin is staring back at the halls of Erebor, not at Laketown. Bilbo is worried. Bard continues leaping roof to roof. Tauriel hides her boat under an overhang until she sees that it's safe to go on. Bard climbs rapidly up the winding steps of the bell tower. Once at the top, he pulls all the arrows out of his quiver and looks out at the sky. As Smaug soars by, Bard shoots an arrow at him; however, the arrow merely bounces off Smaug's scales and falls to the ground. Bard, standing directly below the ringing bell, gets nauseated by the booming sound, so he pulls out the dagger and cuts the bell's rope, silencing it. He shoots another arrow at Smaug, but this, like the first bounces harmlessly off. In the canals below, Bain, on the boat with his family, the dwarves, and Tauriel, notices his father at the top of the tower. The dwarves, Tauriel, and Bard's children are rowing out of Lake-town to escape Smaug's wrath, when they see Bard on top the tower firing arrows at the dragon]
Bain: Da!
Tilda: Da!
[Bard keeps shooting his arrows at Smaug, but they have no effect on him]
Kili: He hit it! He hit the dragon!
Tauriel: No.
Kili: He did! He hit its mark! I saw it!
Tauriel: His arrows can not pierce its hide. I fear nothing will.
[Bain suddenly remembers the black arrow; he grabs a hook and swings off the boat]
Bofur: What are you doing?!
Fili: Come back! Bain!
Bofur: Bain!
Fili: Come back here!
Tauriel: Leave him! We cannot go back.

View Quote Smaug: [to Bard] Who are you that would stand against me? [Bard, with the Black Arrow in hand, grabs his bow but finds it broken] Now that is a pity. What will you do now, Bowman? You are forsaken. No help will come. [crushes a building with his foot]
Master of Lake-town: [to his men] Now's our chance! Go now! Head to the open water!
Smaug: [sees Bain, and licks his chops] Hmm. Is that your child? You cannot save him from the fire. He...will...BURN.
Bard: [aims the black arrow while balancing it on Bain's shoulder] Stay still, son. Stay still.
Smaug: Tell me, wretch...how now shall you challenge me? [Bard concentrates on Smaug's hollowed scale; last words] YOU HAVE NOTHING LEFT...BUT YOUR DEATH!!!!! [roars and makes his way to them]
Bard: Bain. Look at me. You look at me. A little to your left. [Bain moves slightly] That's it. [Just as Smaug heads toward them, he shoots the arrow and it strikes the dragon's heart, causing him to roar and scream in pain and crash into the tower] Bain! Hold on!
[The tower falls with Bard and Bain in it. Smaug continues to roar in pain, flying high until the light leaves his body. He plummets down into the ground, dead. The Master of Lake-town sees the dragon's body, and he can only freeze. The body lands on the Master, Braga, the guards, the boat, and the gold, crushing and killing them all; back at the Lonely Mountain, the dwarves and Bilbo hear the crash of Smaug's dead body in the lake]
Ori: What was that? What happened?
Bilbo: It fell. I saw it. It's dead. Smaug is dead!
Gloin: By my beard, I think he's right! [points to birds flying to the mountain] Look there! The Ravens of Erebor are returning to the Mountain!
Balin: Aye. Word will spread. Before long, every soul in Middle-Earth will know...the dragon is dead!
[The dwarves cheer, but Thorin goes back to enter the Lonely Mountain]

View Quote Thorin: [staring at the broken throne of Erebor, at the space where the Arkenstone should be] It is here in these halls. I know it.
Dwalin: We have searched and searched.
Thorin: Not well enough.
Dwalin: Thorin, we all would see the stone returned.
Thorin: [seething] And yet it's still not found!
Balin: Do you doubt the loyalty of anyone here? The Arkenstone is the birthright of our people.
Thorin: It is the King's Jewel...AM I NOT THE KING?! [short pause] Know this: If anyone should find it and withhold it from me...I will be avenged.