Gandalf: [running from the Balrog] Lead them on, Aragorn. The bridge is near. Do as I say! Swords are no more use here!
Gandalf: [pointing to a tunnel] There!
Merry: He remembered!
Gandalf: No, but the air doesn't smell so foul here. If in doubt, Meriadoc, always follow your nose.
Saruman: [to Gandalf] Your love of the Halfings' leaf has clearly slowed your mind.
Gandalf: Well, what can I tell you? Life in the wide world goes on much as it has these past age, full of its own comings and goings, scarcely aware of the existence of Hobbits... for which I am very thankful.
Bilbo: You will keep an eye on Frodo, won't you?
Gandalf: Two eyes, as often as I can spare them.
Saruman: [to Gandalf] I gave you the chance of aiding me willingly, but you have elected the way of pain!
Gandalf: Be on your guard. There are older and fouler things than Orcs in the deep places of the world.
Bilbo: [to Frodo] I am sorry I brought this upon you, my boy. I'm sorry that... you must carry this burden. I'm sorry for everything.
Boromir: The world of Men will fall, and all will come to darkness, my city to ruin.
Aragorn: I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail.
[on the mountain]
Legolas: There is a fell voice on the air.
Gandalf: It's Saruman!
[avalanches start]
Aragorn: He's trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf, we must turn back!
Gandalf: No!
[Frodo puts out a campfire]
Pippin: Oh... That's nice. Ash on my tomatoes!
Merry: That black rider was looking for something. Or someone. Frodo?
Legolas: Something draws near. I can feel it.
Saruman: [to Gandalf] You did not seriously think that a Hobbit could contend with the will of Sauron, there are none that can.
[about the passing Wood-elves]
Frodo: They're going to the harbor beyond the White Towers. To the Grey Havens.
Sam: They're leaving Middle-earth.
Frodo: Never to return.
Sam: I don't know why - it makes me sad.
[Aragorn and Hobbits are being harassed by marsh insects]
Merry: What do they eat when they can't get Hobbit?
Galadriel: For you, Samwise Gamgee, Elven rope, made of hithline.
Sam: Thank You M'Lady... Have you ran out of those nice shiny daggers?
Aragorn: [after Frodo is stabbed by a cave Troll] You should be dead. That spear would have skewered a wild boar.
Galadriel: [from prologue] One Ring to rule them all.
