I will put the next one between your eyes!
We've come to tell you payment of your debt has been offered...and accepted.
What payment? I gave you nothing. You have nothing!
We have this.
They have the Arkenstone. [to Bard and Thranduil] Thieves! How came you by the heirloom of our house? That stone belongs to the King!
The King may have it, with our good will. [puts the Arkenstone away] But first, he must honor his word.
They are taking us for fools. It is a ruse. A filthy lie. [to Bard and Thranduil] The Arkenstone is in this mountain! It is a trick!
It...It's no trick. [Thorin is surprised] The stone is real. I gave it to them.
You?...
I took it as my fourteenth share.
You would steal from me?
Steal from you? No, no. I may be a burglar but I'd like to think I'm an honest one. I'm willing to let it stand against my claim.
"Against your claim"? Your claim. You have no claim over me, you miserable RAT! [throws his bow down to the concrete]
I was going to give it to you. Many times, I wanted to, but-
But what, thief?
You are changed, Thorin. The Dwarf I met in Bag End would never have gone back on his word. Would never have doubted the loyalty of his kin.
Do not speak to me of loyalty. [to the Dwarves] THROW HIM FROM THE RAMPART! [Bilbo widens his eyes in terror. The Dwarves stand still; none of them obey Thorin's order as Bard and Thranduil look on in disbelief and shock] DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?! [pulls Fili, who pulls back; Thorin turns back to Bilbo angrily] I will do it MYSELF! [grabs Bilbo and lifts him up, the other dwarves rush to stop him] CURSE YOU!
No!
CURSED BE THE WIZARD THAT FORCED YOU ON THIS COMPANY!
IF YOU DON'T LIKE MY BURGLAR, [normal voice] then please, don't damage him. Return him to me. [Thorin stops at the sight of Gandalf] You're not making a very splendid figure as King under the Mountain, are you, Thorin, son of Thrain?
NEVER AGAIN WILL I HAVE DEALINGS WITH WIZARDS...
Go.
...OR SHIRE RATS.
Are we resolved? The return of the Arkenstone for what was promised?
Why should I buy back that which is rightfully mine?!
Keep the stone. Sell it. Ecthelion of Gondor will give you a good price for it.
I WILL KILL YOU! UPON MY OATH, I WILL KILL YOU ALL!
Your oath means nothing. [pause] I've heard enough.
Thorin, lay down your arms. Open these doors. This treasure will be your death.
Thorin, we cannot win this fight.
Give us your answer. Will you have peace or war?
I will have war.
Ironfoot.
Gandalf, who is that? He doesn't look very happy.
He is Dain, Lord of the Iron Hills. Thorin's cousin.
Are they alike?
I've always found Thorin the more reasonable of the two.
Good morning! How aaare we all? I have a wee proposition, if ye wouldn't mind givin' me a few moments of yer time. Would ye consider...JUST SODDING OFF?! All of you! Right now!
Stand fast!
Come now, Lord Dain.
Gandalf the Grey. Tell this rabble to leave, or I'll water the ground with their blood!
There is no need for war between Dwarves, Men, and Elves. A legion of Orcs march on the Mountain. Stand your army down.
I will not stand down before any Elf. [looks at Thranduil] Not least this faithless woodland sprite. He wishes nothing but ill upon my people! If he chooses to stand between me and my kin, I'll split his pretty head open! See if he's still smirking then! [rides back to his army]
Dain! Wait!
Let them advance, see how far they'll get.
You think I give a dead dog for your threats, ya pointy-eared princess? [to his army] You hear that, lads? We're on! Let's give these bastards a good hammering!








