[the Fellowship is walking through Lothlorien]
Gimli: They say that a great sorceress lives in these woods. An Elf witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell... and are never seen again.
Elrond: There's no strength left in the world of Men.
[Boromir holds up a piece of the legendary sword Narsil]
[he touches the blade and accidentally cuts himself a little]
Boromir: Still sharp.
Sam: [sees the walls of Moria] There's an eye-opener, and no mistake.
Saruman: [to the Uruk-hai hunting party] Hunt them down. Do not stop until they are found. You do not know pain, you do not know fear. You will taste man-flesh!
[to Frodo]
Boromir: I ask only for the strength to defend my people.
Gandalf: But we still have time. Time enough to counter Sauron if we act quickly.
Saruman: Time? What time do you think we have?
Gimli: You are full of surprises, Master Baggins.
[before his 111th birthday party]
Bilbo: Gandalf, my old friend, this will be a night to remember.
Sam: [of Gandalf] They should do a bit about his fireworks. The finest rockets ever seen burst in colors of blue and green, then after that were silver showers that came falling like a rain of flowers. Oh no, that doesn't to them any justice.
[the Fellowship is deciding whether to go through Moria, or continue over the mountain]
Gandalf: Let the Ring-bearer decide.
Frodo: We will go through the mines.
Gandalf: So be it.
Frodo: I think we should get off the road
[feels the Wraith's presence]
Frodo: Get off the road! Quick!
Aragorn: [to Arwen] Ride hard, don't look back.
Arwen: [Commanding the waters of the misty mountains] Nîn o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer; Rimmo nîn Bruinen dan in Ulaer!
Gandalf: To the bridge of Khazad-dum.
Saruman: The power of Isengard is at your command, Sauron, Lord of the Earth.
Galadriel: [to Fellowship] Do not let your hearts be troubled.
[a Nazgul appears before a Hobbit]
Ringwraith: Shiiire... Baaaggins...
Farmer Maggot: [visibly scared] There's no Bagginses 'round here... they're all up in Hobbiton.
[pauses, then points]
Farmer Maggot: That way!
Gimli: Speak words we can all understand!
Haldir: We have not had dealings with the dwarves since the dark days.
Gimli: And you know what this dwarf says to that? Ishkhaqwi ai durugnul!
[I spit upon your grave!]
Aragorn: That was not so corteous.
Gandalf: Here lies Balin, Son of Fundin, Lord of Moria.
