Dain: Good morning. How are we all? I have a wee proposition, if you don't mind giving me a few moments of your time. Would you consider... JUST SODDING OFF! All ye, right now!
Bard: Stand Fast!
Gandalf: Come now, Lord Dain.
Dain: Gandalf the Grey. Tell this rabble to leave or I'll water the ground with their blood.
Gandalf: There is no need for war between Dwarves, Men, and Elves. A legion of Orcs March on the mountain. Stand your army down.
Dain: I will not stand down before any elf! Not least this faithless Woodland sprite! He wishes nothing but ill upon my people! If he chooses to stand between me and my kin, I'll split his pretty head open! See if he's still smirking then!
Thranduil: He's clearly mad like his cousin.
Dain: Ya here that lads? We're on! Let's give these bastards a good hammering!