Sighs Quotes

[holding the Ring out to Frodo after dropping it in the fire]
Gandalf: Hold out your hand, Frodo. It's quite cool.
[Drops the Ring into Frodo's palm]
Gandalf: What do you see? Can you see anything?
Frodo: Nothing. There's nothing.
[Gandalf sighs in relief]
Frodo: Wait... there are

markings. It's some form of Elvish, I can't read it.
Gandalf: There are few who can. The language is the that of Mordor, which I will not utter here.
Frodo: Mordor?
Gandalf: In the common tongue it reads "One Ring to Rule Them All. One Ring to Find Them. One Ring to Bring Them All and In The Darkness Bind Them."

Faramir: [to Frodo and Sam] My men tell me that you are Orc spies.
Sam: Spies! Now wait just a minute!
Faramir: Well, if you're not spies, then who are you?
[they remain silent, Faramir sighs and sits]
Faramir: Speak!
Frodo: We are Hobbits of the Shire. Frodo Baggins is my name

and this is Samwise Gamgee.
Faramir: Your bodyguard?
Sam: His gardener.
Faramir: And where is your skulking friend? That gangrel creature. He had an ill-favoured look.
Frodo: [reluctant] There was no other. We set out from Rivendell with seven companions. One we lost in Moria. Two were my kin. A dwarf

there was also. And an elf. And two men. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and Boromir of Gondor.
Faramir: [solemn] You are a friend of Boromir?
Frodo: Yes, for my part.
Faramir: It would grieve you then to learn that he is dead.
Frodo: [shocked] Dead? How? When?
Faramir: As one of his

companions, I had hope you would tell me. He was my brother.

[Nick Fury goes over to the fatally-wounded Coulson]
Agent Phil Coulson: I'm sorry, boss. The god rabbited.
Nick Fury: Just stay awake. Eyes on me.
Agent Phil Coulson: No. I'm clocked out here.
Nick Fury: Not an option.
Agent Phil Coulson: It's okay, boss. This was never going to

work... if they didn't have something... to...
[Agent Coulson looks away and sighs his last breath. Nick Fury looks on grimly at Coulson]
Nick Fury: Agent Coulson is down.
Unknown SHIELD Agent: Paramedics are on their way.
Nick Fury: They're already here.
[Maria Hill listens on her headset, as do Captain America and Iron Man from

another room]
Nick Fury: They called it.

Ed Tom Bell: Carla Jean, thank you for coming.
Carla Jean Moss: Don't know why I did. I told you, I don't know where he is.
Ed Tom Bell: You hadn't heard from him?
Carla Jean Moss: No, I ain't.
Ed Tom Bell: Nuthin'?
Carla Jean Moss: Not word one.

Ed Tom Bell: Would you tell me if you had?
Carla Jean Moss: Well, I don't know. He don't need any trouble from you.
Ed Tom Bell: It ain't me he's in trouble with.
Carla Jean Moss: Who's he in trouble with then?
Ed Tom Bell: Some pretty bad people. These people will kill him, Carla Jean.

They won't quit.
Carla Jean Moss: He won't neither. He never has. He can take all comers.
Ed Tom Bell: [Ed Tom sighs heavily] You know Charlie Walser's, got that place out east of Sanderson? Well, you know how they used to slaughter beeves, hit 'em right there with a maul, truss 'em up and slit their throats? Here, ol' Charlie's got one all trussed

up, all set to drain him and the beef comes to, starts thrashing around. Six hundred pounds of very pissed-off livestock. If you'll excuse the... Well... Charlie grabs the gun there, shoot the damn thing in the head, but with all the swingin' and the thrashin', it's a glance-shot, ricochets around, comes back and hits Charlie in the shoulder. You go see Charlie, he still can't pick up his right

hand for his hat... The point bein', that even in the contest between man and steer, the issue is not certain.