Gimli: [upon entering Moria] Soon Master Elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves. Roaring fires, malt beer, ripe meat off the bone.
Galadriel: For you, Samwise Gamgee, Elven rope, made of hithline. Sam: Thank You M'Lady... Have you ran out of those nice shiny daggers?
Bilbo: [to Frodo] I am sorry I brought this upon you, my boy. I'm sorry that... you must carry this burden. I'm sorry for everything.
Boromir: Gandalf's death was not in vain. Nor would he have you give up hope. You carry a heavy burden, Frodo. Don't carry the weight of the dead.
[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.
[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!
[Frodo has been stabbed by a Morgul-blade] Pippin: Is he going to die? Aragorn: He is passing into the Shadow World. He'll soon become a wraith like them.
[a wall of soldiers line the ramparts - the top of Gimli's helm barely peeks over the top] Gimli: [to Legolas] You could have picked a better spot.
Gandalf: [to Grima] Be silent. Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I did not pass through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm.
Theoden: Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath, now for ruin, and the red dawn. Forth, Eorlingas!
[after meeting with Gandalf in Fangorn Forest] Aragorn: In one thing you haven't changed, my friend - you still speak in riddles.
Treebeard: You must understand, young Hobbit, it takes a long time to say anything in Old Entish. And we never say anything unless it is worth taking a long time to say.
Legolas: Forgive me. I mistook you for Saruman. Gandalf: I am Saruman. Or rather, Saruman as he should have been.
Sam: Mr. Frodo, put the ring on; just this once, disappear. Frodo: I can't... You were right, Sam. The ring is taking me. If I put it on he will find me.
Pippin: The closer we are to danger, the farther we are from harm. It's the last thing he'll expect. Merry: Are you mad? We will be caught for sure. Pippin: Not this time.
Macaulay Connor: Oh Tracy darling... Tracy Lord: Mike... Macaulay Connor: What can I say to you? Tell me darling. Tracy Lord: Not anything - don't say anything. And especially not "darling."
Margaret Lord: We both might face the facts that neither of us has proved to be a very great success as a wife. Tracy Lord: We just picked the wrong first husband.
Dinah Lord: [describing her "dream" to Tracy] Do you know what I saw coming out of the woods? Tracy Lord: I haven't the faintest idea, a skunk?
The Lord knows that I could not open scripture; he must by his prophetical office open it unto me. So after that being unsatisfied in the thing, the Lord was pleased to bring this scripture out of the Hebrews.
May I see your dance card?” “Don’t you believe me?” She presented it to him with a flourish. He ran his fingers down the list of names. “Hmm . . . Waterburn? Bastard. D’Andre. Definitely a worthless bastard. Lord Camber, a thoroughgoing b...
I meditated on the nature of friendship as I practiced the craft. My friends had always come from outside the mainstream. I had always been popular with the fifth column of my peers, those individuals who were princely in their solitude, lords of the...
