Gandalf
I have come for your aid, Saruman the White, in troubled times. The Nine are abroad, darkness approaches; the Black Riders!
Is that all the news you have for me, then?
Gandalf
Is that not enough? Sauron is moving at last!
We can deal with Sauron ourselves, Gandalf. You and I, one way or another.
Gandalf
What talk is this? What are you saying, Saruman?
It is time for us to choose. A new age is upon us; a new power is rising. Nothing that men, or elves, or wizards can do will avail against it. Its enemies are utterly doomed. But its friends aren't.
Gandalf
You are saying that we should join with Mordor? With him?
Does that displease you? WHERE IS THE RING, GANDALF?! Why do the Black Riders search for it in the Shire? Have you hidden it there? Would you rather see the Dark Lord have it...OR SARUMAN OF MANY COLORS?! [locks Gandalf in a magic force field]
Gandalf
Neither of you will have it.
There is a third choice. [Wormtongue appears and hands Saruman his staff] It is to remain here until you tell me where the Ring may be found.
Gandalf
Saurman, if you do this, if you delay me here, Sauron will surely get it then.
And he will know his good servants...and his enemies. [laughs]
Gandalf
Saruman! [Saurman walks away, laughing] SARUMAN!!! SARUMAN!!!!
