[the Hobbits mourn the loss of Gandalf] Aragorn: Legolas, get them up! Boromir: Give them a moment for pity's sake! Aragorn: By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs!... We must reach the woods of Lothlórien.
Saruman: [to the Uruk-hai hunting party] Hunt them down. Do not stop until they are found. You do not know pain, you do not know fear. You will taste man-flesh!
Gimli: [failing to see over the wall] What's happening out there? Legolas: Shall I describe it to you? Gimli: [turns] Hmm? Legolas: Or would you like me to find you a box? [Gimli laughs]
Gollum: [singing] The rock and pool, is nice and cool, so juicy sweet. Our only wish, [he whacks the fish on the rock] Gollum: to catch a fish, [another whack] Gollum: so juicy sweet.
Gandalf: Gandalf? Yes... that was what they used to call me. Gandalf the Gray. That was my name. Gimli: Gandalf... Gandalf: *I* am Gandalf the White. And I come back to you now - at the turn of the tide.
Sam: [sees corpses in the marsh] There are dead things! Dead faces in the water. Gollum: All dead... all rotten. Elves and men and orcses. A great battle, long ago. The Dead Marshes... yes, that is their name.
Saruman: [to the army of Isengard] A new power is rising. Its victory is at hand. This night the land will be stained with the blood of Rohan. March to Helm's Deep. Leave none alive. To war!
Faramir: [to Frodo] So this is the answer to all the riddles: here in the wild I have you, two Halflings and a host of men at my call, and the Ring of Power within my grasp.
Gollum: I found it, I did. A way through the marshes. Orcs don't use it. Orcs don't know it. They go round for miles and miles. Come Hobbitses, soft and quick as shadows we must be.
Sam: Captain Faramir, you have shown your quality, sir - the very highest. Faramir: The Shire must truly be a great realm, Master Gamgee, where gardeners are held in high honor.
Nancy: And now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep. And if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take.
Tracy Lord: Dexter, say something. C. K. Dexter Haven: Well, I... Tracy Lord: Oh, Dexter, I'm such an unholy mess of a girl. C. K. Dexter Haven: Well, that's no good. That's not even conversation.
Governor: Lord Henry Blackwood, you are sentenced to death for the practice of black magic, the unholy murders of five innocent young women, and the attempted murder of a sixth. Have you any final words? Lord Blackwood: Death... is only the beginning...
Lord Chafee: My tongue is hanging out to present it on the London stage. David Shayne: London. Lord Chafee: Look at his face, Helen. You're going to be the toast of Broadway. Why not the West End, hmm?
Discipleship is not an offer that man makes to Christ.
The enemy of man is man, my brother.
Christ birth is the beginning of love for mankind.
Christ in a Pinata` how have I over complicated the plot?
Christ did not ask or want to be what he was not.
How hard can it be to find a girl and an elephant for Christ's sake?
Private confession... was not ordered by Christ and was not used by the apostles.
