Sam: Give me your hand. Take my hand. Don't you let go. Don't let go... *Reach!*
[Gorbag advances towards Frodo with a knife] Gorbag: I'm gonna bleed you like a stuck pig. [Gorbag is stabbed from behind by Sam] Sam: Not if I stick you first.
[Aragorn is crowned King] Aragorn: This day does not belong to one man but to all. Let us together rebuild this world that we may share in the days of peace.
[Merry gives Pippin a tobacco pouch at their parting] Pippin: The last of the Longbottom leaf? Merry: I know you've run out. You smoke too much, Pip.
Pippin: It's so quiet. Gandalf: It's the deep breath before the plunge. Pippin: I don't want to be in a battle. But waiting on the edge of one I can't escape is even worse.
Pippin: How far is Minas Tirith? Gandalf: Three days' ride, as the Nazgul flies, and you'd better hope we don't have one of those on our tail.
Denethor: No tomb for Denethor and Faramir. No long, slow sleep of death embalmed. We shall burn, like the heathen kings of old. Bring wood and oil.
[Frodo drinks the last drops of water from Sam's waterskin] Frodo: There'll be none left for the return journey. Sam: I don't think there will be a return journey, Mr. Frodo.
Elrond: Your hands are cold. The life of the Eldar is leaving you. Arwen: This was my choice... ada, whether by your will or not, there is no ship now that can bear me hence.
[Gollum and Frodo stand in front of a tunnel opening, and Frodo hesitates to go in] Gollum: It's the only way. Go in, or go back. Frodo: I cannot go back.
Pippin: It's the tree. Gandalf! Gandalf! Gandalf: Yes the white tree of Gondor. The tree of the King. Lord Denethor, however, is not the king. He is a steward only, a caretaker of the throne.
King of the Dead: Release us. Gimli: Bad idea. Very handy in a tight spot, these lads, despite the fact they're dead.
Pauly: C'mon, asshole! C'mon faggot. C'mon, gun trick. Léon: Hey, what about the ring trick, you've heard that one? Pauly: Ring trick? C'mon, asshole. I'm waiting. Show it to me, motherfucker!
[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.
Merry: [to the suggestion of returning home] The fires of Isengard will spread, and the forests of Tuckborough and Buckland will burn. And all that was once great and good in this world will be gone. There won't *be* a Shire, Pippin.
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.