Smeagol: Give us that, Deagol, my love.
Deagol: Why?
Smeagol: Because...it's my birthday and I wants it.

Smeagol: *after suffocating Deagol* My...Precious.

Smeagol: They cursed us. Murderer. "Murderer" they called us and drove us away. Gollum. Gollum. Gollum. And we wept, precious. We wept to be so alone. And we forgot the taste of bread... the sound of trees... the softness of the wind. We even forgot our own name.

Sam: I've rationed it.
Frodo: For what?
Sam: The journey home.

Pippin: I feel like I'm back at the green dragon after a hard day's work.
Merry: Only, you've never done a hard day's work. *both laugh*

Gandalf: And there Saurman must remain, under your guard Treebeard.
Gimli: Well, let's just have his head and be done with it.
Gandalf: No. He has no power anymore.

Aragorn: Everyday Frodo moves closer to Mordor.
Gandalf: Do we know that?
Aragorn: What does your heart tell you?
Aragorn: That Frodo is alive. Yes, he's alive.

Gollum: Musn't ruin it now.
Smeagol: But they knows. They knows. They suspects us.
Gollum: What's it saying, my precious, my love? Is Smeagol losing his nerve?
Smeagol: No, not. Never. Smeagol hates nasty Hobbitses. Smeagol wants to see them *gulps*... dead.
Gollum: And we will. Smeagol did it once. He can do it again. Its our. Ours.
Smeagol: We must get the precious. We must get it back.
Gollum: Patience! Patience, my love. First we must lead them to her.
Smeagol: We lead them to the winding stairs.
Gollum: Yes, the stairs. And then?
Smeagol: Up, up, up, up, up the stairs we go, until we come... to the tunnel.
Gollum: And when they go in... there's no coming out. She's always hungry. She always needs... to feed. She must eat. All she gets is filthy orcses.
Smeagol: And they don't taste very nice, does they, Precious?
Gollum: No. Not very nice at all, my love. She hungers for sweeter meats. Hobbit meat. And when she throws away the bones and the empty clothes, then we will find it.
Smeagol: And take it for me!
Gollum: For us.
Smeagol: Yes. We meant "for us."
Gollum: *gollum. gollum* The percious will be ours once the hobbitses are dead! *throws rock in water and it ripples for a second and Gollum sees Sam behind him*
Sam: You treacherous little toad! *hits Gollum*
Gollum/Smeagol: No! No! Master!
Frodo: No, Sam! Leave him alone!
Sam: I heard it from his own mouth. He means to murder us!
Gollum/Smeagol: Never! Smeagol wouldn't hurt a fly. He's a horrid, fat hobbit who hates Smeagol, and who makes up nasty lies.
Sam: You miserable little maggot! I'll stove your head in!
Frodo: Sam!
Sam: Call me a liar! You're a liar!
Frodo: You scare him off, we're lost!
Sam: I don't care! I can't do it, Mr. Frodo. I won't wait around for him to kill us.
Frodo: I'm not sending him away.
Sam: You don't see it, do you? He's a villian.

Legolas: The stars are veiled. Something stirs in the east. A sleepless malice. The eye of the enemy.

Pippin: Where are we going?
Merry: Why did you look? Why do you always have to look?
Pippin: I don't know. I can't help it.
Merry: You never can.
Pippin: I'm sorry, all right? I won't do it again.
Merry: Don't you understand? The enemy thinks you have the ring. He's going yo be looking for you, Pip. They have to get you out of here.
Pippin: And you - ? You're coming with me? Merry?
Merry: Come on.

Pippin: Is there any hope, Gandalf, for Frodo and Sam?
Gandalf: There never was much hope. Just a fool's hope.

Pippin: But we have the White Wizard. That has to count for something.

Aragorn: Gondor calls for aid.
Theoden: *pause* And Rohan will answer.

Theoden: So it is before the walls of Minas Tirith the doom of our time will be decided.

Gandalf: Faramir? This is not the first Halfling to have crossed your path?
Faramir: No.
Pippin: You've seen Frodo and Sam?
Gandalf: Where? When?
Faramir: In Ithilien. Not two days ago.

Gollum/Smeagol: *playing with Frodo's mind* Master carried heavy burden. Smeagol knows. Heavy, heavy burden. Fat one cannot know. Smeagol look after Master. He wants it. He needs it. Smeagol sees it in his eye. Very soon, he will ask you for it. You will see. The fat one will take it from you.

Denethor: Is there a Captain here who still has the courage to do his Lord's will?
Faramir: You wish now that our places had been exchanged? That I died and Boromir had lived.
Denethor: Yes. I wish that.
Faramir: Since you were robbed of Boromir... I will do what I can in his stead. If I should return, think better of me, Father.
Denethor: That will depend on the manner of your return.

Sam: What are you up to? Sneaking off, are we?
Gollum/Smeagol: Sneaking? Sneaking!? Fat Hobbit is always so polite. Smeagol shows them secret ways that nobody else could find and they say "sneak." Sneak? Very nice friend. Oh yes, my precious. Very nice, very nice.
Sam: All right. All right! You just startled me is all. What were you doing?
Gollum/Smeagol: Sneaking.

Frodo: I'm all right.
Sam: No. No, you're not all right. You're exhausted. It's that Gollum. It's this place. It's that thing around your neck. I could help a bit. I could carry it for awhile. Carry it for a while. I could carry it. Share the load. The load. The load. The load.
Frodo: Get away!
Sam: I don't want to keep it. I just want to help.
Gollum/Smeagol: See? See? He wants it for himself.
Sam: Shut up, you! Go away! Get out of here!
Frodo: No, Sam. It's you. I'm sorry, Sam.
Sam: But he's a liar. He's poisoned you against me.
Frodo: You can't help me anymore.
Sam: *cries* You don't mean that.
Frodo: Go home.

Eomer: *about Merry* You should not encourage him.
Eowyn: You should not doubt him.
Eomer: I do not doubt his heart, only the reach of his arm.

Legolas: Have you learned nothing of the stubborness of Dwarves?
Gimli: You might as well accept it. We're going with you, laddie.

Gamling: To few have come. We cannot defeat the armies of Mordor.
Theoden: No, we cannot. But we will meet them in battle nonetheless.

Gimli: What kind of army would linger in such a place?
Legolas: One that is cursed. Long ago, the men of the mountains swore an oath to the last King of Gondor to come to his aid, to fight. But when the time came, when Gondor's need was dire, they feld, vanishing into the darkness of the mountain. And so Isildur cursed them... never to rest until they had fulfilled their pledge.

Gothmog: Fear... the city is ranked with it.

Sam to Sheleb: Let him go you filth.

Theoden: Arise! Arise, riders of Theoden! Spears shall be shaken, sheilds shall be splintered, a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!

Theoden: Ride now! Ride now! Ride for ruin and the world's end. Death!

Witch King: Feast on his flesh.

Gimli to Legolas: There's plenty for the both of us. May the best dwarf win.

Witch King: You fool. No man can kill me. Die now. *Merry staps him from behind*
Eoywn: *takes her helmet off* I am no man! Ahhhh! *stabs him in the face and he implodes*

Sam to Frodo: Don't go where I can't follow.

*Orcs took Frodo after he got stung by Shelob, Sam thought he was dead. Going through Frodo's stuff, two Orcs have a disbute, the other knocks the guy down, starting a huge killing spree between the Orcs against each other. Sam comes along to find them slaughtered except for four. He's really pissed off and he goes after them, killing them off one at a time.*
Sam: That's for Frodo! And that's for the Shire! And that's for my old Gaffer!

Frodo: They took the ring.
Sam: Beggin your pardon, but they haven't.

Gimli: Certain chance of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?

Aragorn: I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of Men fail . . . when we forsake our friends, and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered fields when the age of Men come crashing down. But it is not this day. This day we fight! By all you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand. Men of the West!

Gimli: I never thought I would die side by side next to an elf.
Legolas: What about side by side with a friend?
Gimli: Aye. I could do that.

Sam to Frodo: I cannot carry the ring for you, but I can carry you.

Frodo: The ring is mine.
Sam: No. *Frodo puts it on* No!

Frodo: I'm glad to be with you, Samwise Gamgee... here, at the end of all things.

Aragorn: *the four Hobbits are bowing to him* My friends... you bow to no one. *Everyone bows around them* *sniffs*

Frodo (vo): And thus it was. A fourth age of Middle-earth began and the Fellowship of the Ring, through eternally bound by friendship and love, was ended. Thirteen months to the day since Gandalf sent us on our long journey, we found ourselves looking upon a familiar sight.

Frodo (vo): How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep... that have taken hold.

Frodo (vo): Bilbo once told me his part in this tale would end, that each of us must come and go in the telling. Bilbo's story was now over. There would be no more journeys for him, save one.

Bilbo: Frodo... any chance of seeing that old ring of mine again? The one I gave you.
Frodo: Sorry, uncle. I'm afraid I lost it.
Bilbo: Oh pity. I should like to have held it one last time.

Frodo: My dear Sam: You cannot always be torn in two. You will have to be one and whole for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be and to do. Your part in the story will go on.
Sam: Well... I'm back.