Gimli: Oh come on, we can take 'em.

Aragorn: It's a long way.

Gimli: Toss me.

Aragorn: What?

Gimli: I cannot jump the distance you'll have to toss me!....don't tell the elf.

Aragorn: Not a word.

Legolas: Final count, 42.

Gimli: 42, now that's not a bad score. I myself am sitting happily on 43.

[Legolas pulls out an arrow and shoots the Urukhai body Gimli is sitting on]

Gimli: He was already dead.

Legolas: He was twitching!

Gimli: He was twitching because he's got my axe embedded in his nervous system!

Sam: It's like in the great stories Mr. Frodo, the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn't want to know the end because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end it's only a passing thing this shadow, even darkness must pass. A new day will come, and when the sun shines it'll shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something even if you were too small to understand why. But I think Mr. Frodo, I do understand, I know now folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going because they were holding on to something.

Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?

Sam: That there's some good in the world, Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fighting for.

Merry: Pippin, everyone knows, I'm the tall one, you're the short one.

Gimli: What is happening out there?

Legolas: Should I describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you a box?

Frodo: I am Frodo Baggins, and this is Samwise Gamgee.

Faramir: Your bodyguard?

Sam: His gardener.

Pippin: They think we have the Ring!

Merry: Shhhh! As soon as they find out we don't we're dead!