Pippin (to Merry); I had the loveliest dream last night! There was this large barrel full of pipe-weed, and we smoked all of it. And then you were sick.

Legolas; Final count: forty-two. Gimli; Forty-two? Oh, that's not bad for a pointy-eared, elvish princling. I myself am sitting pretty on forty-three.

Merry; He doesn't look too happy, does he? Pippin; Not too happy at all, Merry. Merry; Still, I suppose the view is nice from up there. Pippin; Oh, yes. It's a quality establishment. I hear the staff are very good. What are you doing? Merry; Nothing. The world's back to normal. That's all. Pippin; No it isn't. I'm starving. Merry; Good luck trying to find anything decent to eat in this place. Probably only dead rats and moldy bread. Saruman's store room! Pippin; I don't believe it! Merry; It can't be! Pippin; It is! Merry; Long-bottom leaf. Finest pipe weed in the South Farthing. Pippin; It's perfect! One barrel each! Wait! Do you think we should share it with Treebeard? Merry; Share it? No, no. Dead plant and all that. Don't think he'd understand. Could be a distant relative. Pippin; Oh I get it. Don't be hasty. Merry; Exactly.

Galadriel; The time of the Elves is over. Do we leave Middle-Earth to it's fate? Do we let them stand alone?

Galadriel; In the gathering dark, the will of the Ring grows strong. It works hard now to find it's way back into the hands of Men. Men, who are so easily seduced by it's power.

Aragorn; You have some skill with a blade. Eowyn; Women of this country learned long ago; those with out swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain. Aragorn; What do you fear, my lady? Eowyn; A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire. Aragorn; You are a daughter of kings. A shield-maiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.

Sam: There's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.

Sam: Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.

Theoden: Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath! Now for ruin! And a red dawn!

Treebeard: You must understand, young hobbit. It takes a long time to say anything in Old Entish. And we never say anything ... unless it is worth taking a long time to say.