[Merry appears with a large jug of ale]
Pippin: What's that?
Merry: This, my friend, is a pint.
Pippin: It comes in pints?
Merry: [confirms while drinking]
Pippin: I'm getting one.
[the Fellowship members are startled, upon seeing Moria is full of dead Dwarves]
Boromir: This is no mine. It's a tomb.
Gandalf: I think there's more to this Hobbit than meets the eye.
Galadriel: [from prologue] For the time would soon come when Hobbits would shape the fortunes of all.
[Goblins breaking the doors]
Gimli: Let them come. There is one Dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath.
Elrond: Nine companions. So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring.
Pippin: Great! Where are we going?
Hero Orc: The trees are strong, my lord. Their roots go deep.
Saruman: Rip them all down.
Saruman: [voiceover] Moria... You fear to go into those mines. The Dwarves delved too greedily and too deep. You know what they awoke in the darkness of Khazad-dum... shadow and flame.
Gollum: It came to me, my own, my love... my... preciousssss.
Gandalf: Frodo suspects something.
Bilbo: Of course he does, he's a Baggins, not some blockheaded Bracegirdle from Hardbottle.
Gimli: If anyone was to ask for my opinion, which I note they're not, I'd say we were taking the long way around.
Legolas: A lament for Gandalf...
[heard in the background]
Merry: What do they say about him?
Legolas: I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near.
Galadriel: [to Fellowship] The Quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while the Company is true.
Gimli: [upon entering Moria] Soon Master Elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves. Roaring fires, malt beer, ripe meat off the bone.
Saruman: Concealed within his fortress, the lord of Mordor sees all. His gaze pierces cloud, shadow, earth, and flesh. You know of what I speak, Gandalf: a great Eye, lidless, wreathed in flame.
[Sam jumps from his hiding place]
Sam: Hey. Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me.
Elrond: No, indeed. It is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.
[holding up a mail shirt]
Bilbo: Here's a pretty thing: Mithril. As light as a feather, and as hard as dragon-scales.
Gandalf: [to Pippin] Fool of a Took. Throw yourself in next time, and rid us of your stupidity.
