Toby Wright: I know you're worried. But don't. Don't worry.
Pippin: Are we lost? Merry: No. Pippin: I think we are. Merry: Shh. Gandalf's thinkin'. Pippin: Merry? Merry: What? Pippin: I'm hungry.
[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!
Richard: It's stuck or something. Sheryl: Try pulling it from here.
[last lines] Pageant Official Jenkins: What in the world?
Richard: We're going to California.
Lindsey: I'm short for my height.
Nick: Fuck. Shit. Jesus. Mr. Goodkat: 'Fuck, Shit, Jesus' is right.
Slevin: Someone's trying to kill you. Yitzchok: Who? Slevin: Me.
Mr. Goodkat: I'm gonna kill somebody!
Lindsey: Hurry back to me.
[first lines] Nicholas Garrigan: Come on! Are youse ready?
Marcus Luttrell: Hey, Mikey. I'm about ready to punch that time card. Michael Murphy: Do it.
Michael Murphy: We're about to get contacted!
Legolas: They're taking the Hobbits to Isengard.
Ugluk: Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys.
Snaga: Just a mouthful. A bit off the flank!
Gollum: [to Frodo] Don't follow the lights.
Gandalf: There is no way out of that ravine, Théoden is walking into a trap.
Legolas: [of the Uruk-hai] They run as if the very whips of their masters were behind them.
Frodo: [bewitched] They're here, they've come.
