Smeagol: Naughty little fly, Why does it cry, Caught in a web, Soon to be... eaten!
Sam: [about Gollum] You don't see it, do you? He's a villain.
Gothmog: Release the prisoners! Orc Lieutenant 1: Catapults! [the catapults fling dozens of severed heads into the city]
Theoden: Grimbold, how many? Grimbold: I bring 500 from the Westfold, my lord. Gamling: We have 300 more from Fenmarch, Theoden King. Theoden: Where are the riders of Snowbourn? Gamling: None have come, my lord.
Theoden: Six thousand spears. Less than half of what I'd hoped for. Aragorn: Six thousand will not be enough to break the lines of Mordor. Theoden: More will come. Aragorn: Every hour lost hastens Gondor's defeat. We have 'til dawn, then we must ride...
Gimli: That road there... where does that lead? Legolas: It is the road to the Dimholt, the door under the mountain. Eomer: None who venture there ever return. That mountain is evil.
Gandalf: Our enemy is ready, his full strength gathered. Not only orcs, but men as well: legions of Haradrim from the south, mercenaries from the coast. All will answer Mordor's call.
