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The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

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The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers is a British 2002 epic fantasy adventure film and the second installment in The Lord of the Rings motion picture trilogy based on the book by J. R. R. Tolkien.

Directed by Peter Jackson. Written by Frances Walsh, Philippa Boyens and Peter Jackson.
A New Power Is Rising. (taglines)

Galadriel

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  • The power of the enemy is growing. Sauron will use his puppet Saruman to destroy the people of Rohan. Isengard has been unleashed. The Eye of Sauron now turns to Gondor, the last free kingdom of Men. His war on this country will come swiftly. He senses the Ring is close. The strength of the Ringbearer is failing. In his heart, Frodo begins to understand. The quest will claim his life. You know this. You have foreseen it. It is the risk we all took. In the gathering dark, the will of the Ring grows strong. It works hard now to find its way back into the hands of men. Men, who are so easily seduced by its power. The young captain of Gondor has but to extend his hands, take the Ring for his own and the world will fall. It is close now, so close to achieving its goal. For Sauron will have dominion of all life on this Earth, even unto the ending of the world. The time of the Elves is over. Do we leave Middle-earth to its fate? Do we let them stand alone?

Sam Gamgee

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  • [to Faramir] Do you want to know what happened to Boromir? You want to know why your brother died? He tried to take the Ring from Frodo! After swearing an oath to protect him, he tried to kill him! The Ring drove your brother mad!
  • It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo, the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn't want to know the end because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come, and when the sun shines, it'll shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something even if you were too small to understand why. But I think Mr. Frodo, I do understand, I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going because they were holding on to something...That there's some good in the world, Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fighting for.

Gandalf the White

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  • The Grey Pilgrim, that's what they used to call me.
  • Three hundred lives of men I've walked this earth and now I have no time. With luck, my search will not be in vain. Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the East.
  • Sauron's wrath will be terrible, his retribution swift. The battle for Helm's Deep is over. The battle for Middle Earth is about to begin. All our hopes now lie with two little Hobbits, somewhere in the wilderness.

Saruman the White

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  • The world is changing. Who now has the strength to stand against the armies of Isengard...and Mordor? To stand against the might of Sauron and Saruman and the union of the two towers? Together, my Lord Sauron, we shall rule this Middle-Earth. The old world will burn in the fires of industry. The forests will fall. A new order will rise. We will drive the machine of war with the sword and the spear and the iron fist of the Orc. We have only to remove those who oppose us.
  • It will begin in Rohan. Too long have these peasants stood against you...but no more. Rohan, my lord, is ready to fall.
  • [addressing his Uruk-Hai army] 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! There will be no dawn...for Men!

Théoden

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  • I have not seen my niece smile for a long time. She was a girl when they brought her father back dead, cut down by Orcs. She watched her mother succumb to grief, and she was left alone to tend her king in growing fear, doomed to wait upon an old man who should have loved her as a father.
  • So it begins.

Dialogue

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( intense music )

( grunting )

Gandalf: No!!! ( no audio, evil yelling, screaming, shouting )

(operatic music )

[In the rocky passes of Emyn Muir, Sam and Frodo are struggling to descend a cliff using the Elven rope]
Sam: Can you see the bottom?
Frodo: No! Don't look down, Sam, just keep going!
Sam: [suddenly loses his footing and drops a small box from his bag. Sam fails to catch it on time] Catch it! Grab it, Mr. Frodo!
Frodo: [manages to catch the box but he slips and falls to the ground, which is already near] I think I found the bottom!
Sam: [descends quickly] Bogs and ropes and goodness knows what. It's not natural! None of it.
Frodo: [referring to the box] What's in this?
Sam: Nothing, just a little bit of seasoning. I thought maybe if we was having a roast chicken one night, or something.
Frodo: Roast chicken?
Sam: You never know.
Frodo: Oh, Sam, my dear Sam. [opens the box and finds it full of salt]
Sam: That's very special. It's the best salt in all the Shire.
Frodo: It is special. It's a little bit of home. [goes to the Elven rope still tied up at the rock where they descended from] We can't just leave this for someone who'd follow us down.
Sam: Who's gonna follow us down here, Mr. Frodo? It's a shame leaving it, Lady Galadriel gave me that. Real Elvish rope. It's one of my knots, it won't come off free in a hurry. [tries pulling it to prove it could not be untied but then the rope unties itself and falls to the hobbits]
Frodo: Real Elvish rope!
[Ascending a nearby rock. From a distance, they can see the black clouds of Mordor]
Sam: Mordor. The one place in Middle-earth we don't want to see any closer, and the one place we're trying to get to. And just where we can't get! Let's face it, Mr. Frodo, we're lost. I don't think Gandalf meant for us to come this way.
Frodo: He didn't mean for a lot of things to happen, Sam...but they did. [as he looks at the dark clouds looming from Mordor, he suddenly has a vision of Sauron's eye glaring at him, causing him to sit down and tremble in pain]
Sam: Mr. Frodo? It's the Ring, isn't it?
Frodo: Yes, it's getting heavier. [Sam takes a sit as well] What food have we got left?
Sam: Let me see. [checks the bag and pulls out a wrapped lembas bread] Lovely, lembas bread. And look! [pulls out two more pieces of lembas bread] More lembas bread. [opens one and they eat the bread] I don't usually own foreign food, but this Elvish stuff, it's not bad.
Frodo: Nothing ever dampens your spirits, does it, Sam?
Sam: [looks at the coming rain clouds] Well, those rain clouds might.
Gollum: The thieves! The thieves! The filthy little thieves! Where is it?
[Gollum reaches out his hand towards the hobbits. Suddenly, the hobbits are spring up, grab hold of Gollum's arms and pull him down. Frodo draws his sword and puts it to Gollum's throat]
Frodo: This is Sting. You've seen it before, haven't you... Gollum. Release him or I'll cut your throat!
Gollum: [Sam has him tethered with the Elven rope] IT BURNS! IT BURNS US! It freezes! Nasty Elves twisted it. TAKE IT OFF US!
Sam: Quiet, you! [to Frodo] It's hopeless! Every Orc in Mordor's gonna hear this racket! Let's just tie him up and leave him.
Gollum: NO! That would kill us! Kill us! [groans and writhes on the rocks]
Sam: It's no more than you deserve!
Frodo: Maybe he does deserve to die. But now that I see him, I do pity him.
Gollum: [gets up, trying to be polite] We be nice to them, if they be nice to us. Take it off us! We swears to do what you wants! We swears...
Frodo: There's no promise you can make that I can trust.
Gollum: We swears to serve the master of the precious. We'll swear on...on the precious! Gollum, gollum.
Frodo: The Ring is treacherous. I will hold you to your word.
Gollum: Yes...on the precious. On the precious.
Sam: [brief silence] I DON'T BELIEVE YOU! [Gollum tries to flee, but Sam pulls him back by the rope] Get down! I said DOWN!
Frodo: Sam!
Sam: He's trying to trick us! If we let him go, he'll throttle us in our sleep!
[Gollum gasps, clutching at the rope around his neck; Frodo approaches him]
Frodo: You know the way into Mordor?
Gollum: [afraid] Yes...
Frodo: You've been there before?
Gollum: Yes...
Frodo: [removes the rope] You will lead us to the Black Gate.
[The Uruk-hai have just captured Pippin and Merry and they are on their way to Isengard until a group of Mordor orcs stop them]
Grishnákh: You're late! Our master grows impatient. He wants the Shire rats now!
Uglúk: I don't take orders from orc maggots. Saruman will have his prize! We will deliver them.
Pippin: [noticing Merry is unconscious] Merry? Merry! Wake up. [to the Uruks] My friend is sick. He needs water. Please!
Uglúk: Sick, is he? Give him some medicine, boys!
[The Uruks pour Orc-liquor down Merry's throat, which he coughs and spits out]
Pippin: Stop it!
Uglúk: Can't take his draught! [laughs cruelly]
Pippin: Leave him alone!
Uglúk: Why? You want some? Huh? Then keep your mouth shut.
Pippin: Merry.
Merry: Hello, Pip.
Pippin: You're hurt.
Merry: I'm fine. It was just an act.
Pippin: An act?
Merry: [smiles] See? Fooled you too. Don't worry about me, Pippin.
Aragorn: [on the ground, listening to the thundering dash of the sprinting Uruks] Their pace has quickened. They must have caught our scent. [to Gimli and Legolas] Hurry!
Legolas: Come on, Gimli!
Gimli: [struggling to catch up] Three days and nights pursuit. No food, no rest! Nor a sign of a quarry of what a bare rock can tell!
[Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli, now known as the Three Hunters, run across the plains, pursuing the Uruks who have Pippin and Merry. The Hunters soon stop upon seeing a Lorien leaf pin, which was dropped by Pippin to leave a mark for his rescuer]
Aragorn: [picking up the leaf] Not idly do the leafs of Lorien fall.
Legolas: They may yet be alive.
Aragorn: Less than a day ahead of us.
[As they sprint, Gimli, exhausted, falls down]
Legolas: Come, Gimli! We're gaining on them!
Gimli: I'm wasted on cross-country! We dwarves are natural sprinters! Very dangerous over short distances!
[The Hunters then stop upon seeing the sight of a wide plain familiar to the Hunters]
Aragorn: Rohan, realm of the horse lords. There is something evil at work in these lands. Something evil gives speed to these creatures and sets its will against us. [ascending a rock to get a further look. He then notices Legolas using his farsight powers] Legolas! What do your Elf eyes see?
Legolas: The Uruks turned northeast! They're taking the Hobbits to Isengard!
Aragorn: [realizing something] Saruman.
[An eored of Rohirrim under Éomer, the nephew of King Théoden, have just arrived in the aftermath of the Battle of the Fords of Isen]
Éomer: Théodred. [to the Rohirrim] Find the king's son!
[The Rohirrim search through the corpses of both orcs and Rohirrim]
Soldier: [angrily] Mordor will pay for this!
Éomer: [kicks an orc corpse to get a better look on its armor's sigil and sees a white hand mark] These orcs are not from Mordor.
Soldier: My lord Éomer! Over here!
Éomer: [races to the waters where the soldier finds a familiar soldier who is wounded and barely alive, Éomer recognizes who he is] He's alive!
[Their cousin Théodred is dying, but unbeknownst to them, their uncle Théoden suddenly grew old while being possessed and controlled by Saruman]
Éowyn: Your son is badly wounded, my lord.
Éomer: He was ambushed by Orcs. If we don't defend our country, Saruman will take it by force.
Gríma Wormtongue: That is a lie. Saruman the White has ever been our friend and ally.
Théoden: Gríma...Gríma...Gríma...
Éomer: Orcs are roaming freely across our lands. Unchecked, unchallenged, killing at will. Orcs bearing the White Hand of Saruman. [tosses an Orc helmet at Théoden's feet]
Gríma Wormtongue: Why do you lay these troubles on an already troubled mind? Can you not see your uncle is wearied by your malcontent? Your warmongering?
Éomer: Warmongering? [grabs Gríma by the throat] How long is it since Saruman bought you? What was the promised price, Gríma? When all the Men are dead, you'll take your share of the treasure? [Gríma glances at Éowyn as she leaves the room] Too long have you watched my sister! Too long have you haunted her steps!
[Guards seize Éomer from behind, forcing him to release Gríma]
Gríma Wormtongue: You see much, Éomer, son of Éomund. Too much. [guards begin to drag Éomer out] You are here forth banished from the Kingdom of Rohan and all its domains, under pain of death.
Éomer: You have no authority here! Your orders mean nothing!
Gríma Wormtongue: This order does not come from me. It comes from the King. [holds up a decree bearing Théoden's signature and seal] He signed it this morning.
Mauhúr: I'm starving! We ain't had nothing but maggoty bread for three stinking days!
Snaga: Yeah! Why can't we have some meat? [staring at Merry and Pippin] What about them? They're fresh!
Uglúk: They are not for eating!
Grishnákh: What about their legs? They don't need those. Ooh, they look tasty...!
Uglúk: [pushing Grishnákh away] Get back, scum! The prisoners go to Saruman, alive and unspoiled!
Grishnákh: Alive? Why alive? Do they give good sport?! [gnashes teeth]
Uglúk: They have something. An Elvish weapon. The Master wants it for the War.
Pippin: [whispering to Merry] They think we have the Ring.
Merry: Shh! As soon as they find out we don't, we're dead.
Snaga: [approaching the Hobbits with a blade] Carve them up! Just a mouthful! A bit off the flank!
Uglúk: No! [with one swing of his own blade, he cuts off Snaga's head, and his body collapses onto the ground] Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys!
[The Orcs and Uruks proceed to devour Snaga's body]
Éomer: What business does an Elf, a Man, and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!
Gimli: Give me your name, Horse-master, and I shall give you mine.
Éomer: [dismounts horse] I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground.
Legolas: [quickly draws his bow] You would die before your stroke fell!
[Rohirrim point spears at Legolas, Aragorn signals for Legolas to bring down his weapon]
Aragorn: I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Glóin, and Legolas of the Woodland Realm. We are friends of Rohan, and of Théoden, your King.
Éomer: Théoden no longer recognizes friend from foe. Not even his own kin. [removes helmet] Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and claimed lordship over these lands. My company are those loyal to Rohan, and for that we are banished. The White Wizard is cunning. He walks here and there they say, as an old man hooded and cloaked. And everywhere his spies slip past our nets.
Aragorn: We are no spies. We track a party of Uruk-Hai, Westward across the plain. They have taken two of our friends captive.
Éomer: The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the night.
Gimli: But there were two Hobbits! Did you see two Hobbits with 'em?
Aragorn: They would be small. Only children to your eyes.
Éomer: We left none alive. We piled the carcasses and burned them.
Gimli: Dead?
Éomer: [nods] I am sorry. [whistles] Hasufel! Arod! [two riderless horses approach] May these horses bear you to better fortune than their former masters. Farewell. Look for your friends. But do not trust to hope. It has forsaken these lands. [to the other Rohirrim] We ride North!
Treebeard: Little Orcs! Bru-ra-hroom!
Pippin: It's talking, Merry! The tree is talking!
Treebeard: Tree?! I am no tree! I am an Ent.
Merry: A tree-herder. A shepherd of the forest!
Pippin: Don't talk to it, Merry! Don't encourage it!
Treebeard: Treebeard, some call me.
Pippin: And, whose side are you on?
Treebeard: Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little Orc. Nobody cares for the woods anymore.
Merry: We're not Orcs! We're Hobbits!
Treebeard: Hobbits? Mmm...never heard of a Hobbit before. Sounds like Orc mischief to me! They come with fire, they come with axes! Gnawing, biting, breaking, hacking, burning! Destroyers and usurpers, curse them!
Merry: No! You don't understand! We're Hobbits! Halflings! Shire-folk!
Treebeard: Maybe you are, and maybe you aren't. The White Wizard will know.
Pippin: The White Wizard?
Merry: Saruman.
Sam: It's a bog! He's lead us into a swamp!
Gollum: Swamp, yes. Yes. Come master, we will take you on safe path through the mist. I found it, I did. A way through the marshes. Orcs don't use it. Orcs don't know it. They go around, for miles and miles! Come quickly. Soft and swift as shadows, we must be.
[The hobbits and Gollum take a rest for a short while]
Sam: [referring to the Dead Marshes] I hate this place, it's too quiet. There hasn't been a sight or sound of birds for days.
Gollum: No, no birdses to eat. No crunchables. We are famished, precious! Famished, we are! [Gollum later finds a worm and eats it. Sam, who is eating a lembas bread, suddenly loses his appetite out of disgust after watching Gollum eat]
Frodo: Here. [throws a piece of lembas to the starving Gollum]
Gollum: What is it they eats? Is it tasty? [Gollum picks up the bread and eats it, only to spit it out in disgust] It tries to chokes us! We can't eats hobbit food! We must starve!
Sam: Well, starve then! Good riddance!
Gollum: Oh, cruel hobbit! [to Sam] He does not care if we be hungry. He does not care if we should die! [turns to Frodo] Not like Master. Master cares for us. [starts nearing Frodo as he stares at him holding the ring around his neck] Once it takes a hold of us, it never lets go.
Frodo: [noticing Gollum's hand is reaching for the ring] Don't touch me!
[The hobbits and Gollum continue the walk when suddenly, Sam notices a lot of corpses nearby]
Sam: 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, yes, that is their name! This way. Don't follow the lights. [Sam slips and almost ends up in the water] Careful now! Or Hobbits go down to join the Dead Ones, and light little candles of their own.
Gollum: [to himself] So bright...so beautiful...my precious...
Frodo: What did you say?
Gollum: Master should be resting. Master needs to keep up his strength.
Frodo: Who are you?
Gollum: Mustn't ask us, not its business. Gollum, gollum.
Frodo: Gandalf told me you were one of the River-folk.
Gollum: [ignoring him] Cold be heart and hand and bone. Cold be travelers far from home.
Frodo: He said your life was a sad story.
Gollum: They do not see what lies ahead, when Sun has faded and Moon is dead!
Frodo: You were not so very different from a Hobbit once, were you...Sméagol?
Gollum: [stunned] What...What did you call me?
Frodo: That was your name once, wasn't it? A long time ago.
Gollum: My name? My name... [smiles] Sméagol.
[Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli are tracking Merry and Pippin through Fangorn Forest]
Aragorn: These are strange tracks.
Gimli: The air is so close in here!
Legolas: This forest is old. Very old...full of memory...and anger. [the trees groan, Gimli holds up his axe] The trees are speaking to each other.
Aragorn: [whispers loudly] Gimli! Lower your axe.
Legolas: They have feelings, my friend. [Gimli lowers his axe] The Elves began it. Waking up the trees, teaching them to speak.
Gimli: Talking trees? What do trees have to talk about, hm? Except the consistency of squirrel droppings.
Legolas: [in Elvish] Aragorn, something's out there.
Aragorn: [in Elvish] What do you see?
Legolas: [in common tongue] The White Wizard approaches.
Aragorn: Do not let him speak. He will put a spell on us. [Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli ready their weapons] We must be quick.
[They turn to confront the White Wizard, who appears before them enveloped in a blinding light. Gimli hurls his axe, and Legolas shoots an arrow, which the White Wizard deflects with his staff. Aragorn holds up his sword, which burns hot in his hand, forcing him to drop it]
White Wizard: You are tracking the footsteps of two young Hobbits.
Aragorn: Where are they?
White Wizard: They passed this way, the day before yesterday. They met someone they did not expect. Does that comfort you?
Aragorn: Who are you? Show yourself! [the White Wizard reveals himself to be Gandalf] It cannot be.
Legolas: Forgive me. I mistook you for Saruman.
Gandalf: I am Saruman. Or rather, Saruman as he should have been.
Aragorn: You fell.
Gandalf: Through fire and water. From the lowest dungeon to the highest peak, I fought with the Balrog of Morgoth. Until at last, I threw down my enemy and smote his ruin upon the mountainside. Darkness took me. And I strayed out of thought and time. Stars wheeled overhead and everyday was as long as a life-age of the earth. But it was not the end. I felt life in me again. I've been sent back until my task is done.
Aragorn: Gandalf...
Gandalf: Gandalf? Yes...that's what they used to call me. Gandalf the Grey. That was my name.
Gimli: [surprised] Gandalf!
Gandalf: I am Gandalf the White. And I come back to you now, at the turn of the tide. One stage of your journey is over, another begins. War has come to Rohan. We must ride to Edoras with all speed.
Gimli: Edoras? That is no short distance!
Aragorn: We heard of the trouble at Rohan. It goes ill with the king.
Gandalf: Yes, and he may not be easily cured.
Gimli: Then we have come all this way for nothing! Are we going to leave those poor little Hobbits here in this horrid, dark, dank, tree-infested-! [reacts to the rumbling sound of the trees] I mean...charming, quite charming, forest?
Gandalf: It was more than mere chance that brought Merry and Pippin to Fangorn. A great power has been sleeping here for many long years. The coming of Merry and Pippin will be like the falling of small stones that starts an avalanche in the mountains.
Aragorn: In one thing you have not changed, my friend. You still speak in riddles. [he and Gandalf chuckle]
Gandalf: A thing is about to happen that has not happened since the elder days. The Ents are going to wake up...and find that they are strong.
Gimli: Strong?! [reacts to the sound of trees again; nervous] Oh, that's good.
Gandalf: So stop your fretting, Master Dwarf! Merry and Pippin are quite safe! In fact, they're far safer than you are about to be!
Gimli: [to himself] This new Gandalf's more grumpy than the old one.
Frodo: [about to enter the Black Gate] I do not ask you to come with me, Sam.
Sam: I know, Mr. Frodo. I doubt even these Elvish cloaks will hide us in there.
Frodo: Now!
[Frodo and Sam lunge forward to make a run for the Black Gate, but Gollum grabs them and pulls them back]
Gollum: [as Sméagol] NO! No! No, Master! They catch you! They catch you! Don't take it to him! He wants the precious! Always, he is looking for it! And the precious is wanting to go back to him. But we mustn't let him have it. [an Orc horn sounds in the distance, and the Black Gate begins to close. Frodo tries again to run toward it, but Gollum grabs his arm, holding him back] No! There's another way. More secret, a dark way.
Sam: Why haven't you spoken of this before?!
Gollum: [as Sméagol] Because Master did not ask.
Sam: [to Frodo] He's up to something!
Frodo: Are you saying there's another way into Mordor?
Gollum: [as Sméagol] Yes. There's a path, and some stairs, and then...a tunnel.
Frodo: [after a brief pause] He's led us this far, Sam.
Sam: Mr. Frodo, no.
Frodo: He's been true to his word.
Sam: Noǃ
Frodo: Lead the way, Sméagol.
Gollum: [as Sméagol] Good Sméagol always helps.
[The hobbits watch the Black Gate close after the Easterlings have entered]
[Extended Edition only, Pippin is drinking water from a spring in Fangorn Forest]
Pippin: I had the loveliest dream last night. There was this large barrel full of pipe-weed. And we smoked all of it. And then...you were sick. I'd give anything for a whiff of Old Toby.
Merry: [hearing a tree moan] Did you hear that? [hearing it again] There it is again! Something's not right here, not right at all. [Pippin stands up and groans, sounding much like a moaning tree] You just said something...treeish!
Pippin: No, I didn't, I was just stretching. ['groans' again, growing slightly]
Merry: You're taller!
Pippin: Who?
Merry: You!
Pippin: Than what?
Merry: Than me!
Pippin: I've always been taller than you!
Merry: Pippin, everyone knows, I'm the tall one, you're the short one.
Pippin: Please, Merry. You're, what, three foot six? At the most? Whereas me, I'm pushing three-seven. [groans and grows more noticeably] Three-eight! [drinks more water]
Merry: Three foot eight? [realizing] You did something.
[Pippin smiles innocently and places the bowl of forest water down. Merry, realizing the water is making Pippin taller, steals a pot and drinks some himself]
Treebeard: The trees have grown wild and dangerous. Anger festers in their hearts. Black are their thoughts. Strong is their hate. They will harm you if they can. There are too few of us now. Too few of us Ents left to manage them.
Pippin: Why are there so few of you when you've lived so long? Are there Ent children?
Treebeard: Bru-ra-hroom. There have been no Entings for a terrible long count of years.
Merry: Why is that?
Treebeard: We lost the Entwives.
Pippin: Oh, I'm sorry. How did they die?
Treebeard: Die? No. We lost them, and now we cannot find them. I don't suppose you've seen Entwives in the Shire?
Merry: Can't say that I have. You, Pip?
Pippin: What do they look like?
Treebeard: I don't remember now.
Gríma Wormtongue: [finds Éowyn crying over Théodred's body] Oh, he...he must have died sometime in the night. What a tragedy for the king to lose his only son and heir. I understand his passing is hard to accept, especially now that your brother has deserted you.
Éowyn: [bitter and repulsed] Leave me alone, snake!
Gríma Wormtongue: Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you've spoken to the darkness? In bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, like a hutch to trammel some wild thing in! [putting a hand to her cheek] So fair, so cold, like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill...
Éowyn: Your words are poison. [pulls away and leaves]
Gríma Wormtongue: My Lord, Gandalf the Grey is coming. He is a herald of woe.
Gandalf: The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Théoden King.
Gríma Wormtongue: He is not welcome here.
Théoden: [weakly] Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow?
Gríma Wormtongue: A just question, my liege. Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear! Láthspell I name him. Ill news is an ill guest.
Gandalf: Be silent! Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth! I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm. [points his staff at Grima]
Gríma Wormtongue: [terrified] The staff! [to guards] I TOLD YOU TO TAKE THE WIZARD'S STAFF!
[The guards attempt to restrain the group, and a fight breaks out; Gandalf approaches Théoden]
Gandalf: Théoden! Son of Thengel! Too long have you sat in the shadows.
Gimli: [pinning down Gríma] I would stay still if I were you!
Gandalf: [to Théoden] Harken to me! I release you from this spell... [attempts to remove Saruman's influence, seemingly to no avail]
Théoden: [laughs cruelly] You have no power here, Gandalf the Grey! [continues to laugh]
Gandalf the White: [removes his grey cloak, stunning Théoden with the white robe beneath] I will draw you, Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound! [casts a spell, knocking Théoden]
Aragorn: [stops Éowyn from rushing to Théoden's side] Wait.
Saruman: [Speaking through Théoden] If I go...Théoden dies!
Gandalf the White: [casts another spell] You did not kill me...you will not kill him!
Saruman: [speaking through Théoden] Rohan is mine!
Gandalf the White: [casts another spell] Begone!
[Théoden lunges in anger, but Gandalf successfully casts Saruman's influence out. Slowly, he becomes himself again]
Éowyn: [rushes to his side] Uncle?
Théoden: I...I recognize your face. Éowyn. Gandalf?
Gandalf the White: Breathe the free air again, my friend.
Théoden: [stands up from the throne] Dark have been my dreams of late. [looks at his hands]
Gandalf the White: Your fingers would remember their old strength better...if they grasped your sword.
[Gríma's treachery is revealed and he is thrown out of the hall]
Gríma Wormtongue: [pleading as he crawls away] I've only ever served you, my lord!
Théoden: [furious, advancing on Gríma with sword in hand] Your leech-craft would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast!
Gríma Wormtongue: [pleading] Send me not from your sight!
[Théoden raises his sword to kill]
Aragorn: [intervenes] No, my lord! No, my lord. Let him go. Enough blood has been spilled on his account. [offers his hand to Gríma, who spits on it as in insult]
Gríma Wormtongue: [pushing his way through the crowd] Get out of my way!
Háma: Hail, Théoden King!
[The people of Rohan bow before Théoden, who looks around him anxiously]
Théoden: Where is Théodred? Where is my son?
Théoden: [holding a flower in front of Théodred's tomb after his son's funeral] Simbelmynë. Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebears. Now it shall cover the grave of my son. Alas that these evil days should be mine. The young perish, and the old linger. That I should live...to see the last days of my house.
Gandalf the White: Théodred's death was not of your making.
Théoden: No parent should have to bury their child. [begins to sob]
Gandalf the White: He was strong in life. His spirit will find its way to the halls of your fathers.
Sam: [to Gollum] Hey, stinker! Don't go getting too far ahead.
Frodo: Why do you do that?
Sam: What?
Frodo: Call him names, run him down all the time.
Sam: Because...Because that's what he is, Mr. Frodo. There's naught left in him but lies and deceit. It's the Ring he wants; it's all he cares about.
Frodo: You have no idea what it did to him. What it's still doing to him! I want to help him, Sam.
Sam: Why?
Frodo: Because I have to believe he can come back.
Sam: You can't save him, Mr. Frodo.
Frodo: [angrily] What do you know about it?! Nothing! [instantly remorseful] I'm sorry, Sam. I don't know why I said that.
Sam: I do. It's the Ring. You can't take your eyes off it. I've seen you. You're not eating; you barely sleep. It's taken hold of you, Mr. Frodo. You have to fight it!
Frodo: [angry again] I know what I have to do, Sam. The Ring was entrusted to me! It's my task! Mine! My own!
Sam: Can't you hear yourself? Don't you know who you sound like?
Gollum: We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little Hobbitses! Wicked, tricksy, false!
Sméagol: No. Not Master.
Gollum: Yes, Precious. False! They will cheat you, hurt you. Lie!
Sméagol: Master's my friend!
Gollum: You don't have any friends! Nobody likes you!
Sméagol: [covers his ears] Not listening...I'm not listening...
Gollum: You're a liar and a thief.
Sméagol No.
Gollum: [grins]Murderer.
Sméagol: [miserable] Go away.
Gollum: "Go away?" [laughs cruelly]
Sméagol: [starts to cry] I hate you. I hate you!
Gollum: Where would you be without me?! Gollum! Gollum! I saved us! It was me. We survived because of me!
Sméagol [stops crying, realizes something] Not anymore.
Gollum: What did you say?
Sméagol: Master looks after us now. We don't need you.
Gollum What?
Sméagol: Leave now, and never come back.
Gollum: No!
Sméagol Leave now, and never come back! [Gollum growls] LEAVE NOW, AND NEVER COME BACK!
[Gollum is silent, Sméagol looks around, delighted]
Sméagol: We...We told him to go away. And away he goes, Precious! [dances gleefully] Gone, gone, gone! Sméagol is free!
[Sam is cooking rabbit stew]
Gollum: [wails] What's it doing?! Stupid, fat Hobbit! It ruins it!
Sam: What's to ruin? There's hardly any meat on them. What we need is a few good taters.
Gollum: What's "taters", precious? What's "taters", eh?
Sam: Po-ta-toes! Boil em, mash em, stick 'em in a stew. Lovely big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish. [Gollum spits in disgust] Even you couldn't say no to that.
Gollum: Oh yes, we could! Spoiling nice fish! Give it to us raw, and wriggling! You keeps nasty chips!
Sam: You're hopeless.
[Frodo follows the strange bird noises to a nearby cliff and sees a massive army of Southrons marching along the road. Sam and Gollum later appear behind him]
Sam: Who are they?
Gollum: Wicked Men, servants of Sauron. The Dark one is gathering all evil to him. It won't be long now, he will soon be ready.
Sam: Ready to do what?
Gollum: To make his war. The last war, that will cover all the world.
Frodo: We have got to keep moving. Come on, Sam!
Sam: [notices two gigantic Mumakil marching with the Southrons] Wait, Mr. Frodo, look! It's an oliphaunt. [the hobbits are amazed to see such creatures] No one at home will believe this.
[The hobbits hear the bird noises again and this time, it's louder. Then the Southrons are ambushed by an unseen army. Arrows start flying at them and at their Mumakil, causing them to go on a rampage. One Mumakil heads to the direction of Frodo and Sam before it turns to its left and a Southron soldier falls from its tower, dead and struck by an arrow]
Frodo: [noticing the body] We've lingered here for too long. Let's go! Come on, Sam!
[Frodo is suddenly captured by a hooded man: a ranger. Sam is quick to notice and he races to save Frodo but he is quickly overpowered and pushed to the ground by other rangers. One of them draws a sword at him]
Sam: Wait! We're innocent travelers!
Ranger commander (Faramir): There are no travelers in these lands. Only servants of the Dark Tower.
Frodo: We are bound to an errand of secrecy. Those who claim to oppose the enemy would do well not to hinder us.
Faramir: The enemy? [turns over the body of a fallen Haradrim soldier, shown to be a young man] His sense of duty was no less than yours, I deem. You wonder what his name is. Where he came from. If he was really evil at heart. What lies or threats led him on this long march from home? And he'd not rather had stayed there, at peace. War will make corpses of us all.
Gimli: [to Éowyn] It's true you don't see many Dwarf women. In fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance, that they're often mistaken for Dwarf men.
Aragorn: [mouths words to Éowyn] It's the beards.
Gimli: This in turn has given raise to the belief that there are no women. And that Dwarves just spring out of holes in the ground! [Éowyn laughs] Which is of course ridiculous.
Éowyn: I made some stew! It's not that much, but it's hot. [gives Aragorn a bowl of hot stew]
Aragorn: [eats the stew, only to realize that its flavour is horrible so, as to not offend Éowyn that she made a bad stew, he forcefully swallows it] It's good.
Éowyn: [happily] Really? [while she turns around for a moment, Aragorn quickly dumps the stew but she turns back to him to ask him] My uncle told me a strange thing. He said that you rode to war with Thengel, my grandfather. But he must be mistaken.
Aragorn: King Théoden has a good memory. He was only a small child at the time.
Éowyn: Then you must be at least sixty. Seventy? But you cannot be eighty!
Aragorn: Eighty-seven.
Éowyn: You are one of the Dúnedain. A descendant of Númenor, blessed with long life. It was said that your race had passed into legend.
Aragorn: There are few of us left. The Northern Kingdom was destroyed long ago.
Elrond: [in Elvish] Arwen, it is time. The ships are leaving for Valinor. Go now before it is too late.
Arwen: I have made my choice.
Elrond: He is not coming back. Why do you linger here when there is no hope?
Arwen: There is still hope.
Elrond: If Aragorn survives this war, you will still be parted. If Sauron is defeated, and Aragorn made king and all that you hope for comes true, you will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die. And there will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death, an image of the splendour of the kings of men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter, you will linger on in darkness and in doubt, as nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Here you will dwell, bound to your grief, under the fading trees, until all the world is changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent. Arwen, there is nothing for you here...only death. [in Elvish] Do I not also have your love?
Arwen: [in Elvish, crying] You have my love, father.
Faramir: What news?
Madril: Our scouts report Saruman has attacked Rohan. Théoden's people have fled to Helm's Deep. But we must look to our own borders. Faramir, Orcs are on the move. Sauron is marshaling an army. Easterlings and Southrons are passing through the Black Gate.
Faramir: How many?
Madril: Some thousands. More come every day.
Faramir: Who's covering the the river to the North?
Madril: We've pulled 500 men at Osgiliath. If the city is attacked, we won't hold it.
Faramir: Saruman attacks from Isengard, Sauron from Mordor. The fight will come to Men on both fronts. Gondor is weak. Sauron will strike us soon. And he will strike hard. He knows now we do not have the strength to repel him.
Faramir: My men tell me that you are Orc spies.
Sam: Spies?! Now wait just a minute!
Faramir: Well, if you're not spies, then who are you? Speak!
Frodo: We are Hobbits of the Shire. Frodo Baggins is my name, and this is Samwise Gamgee.
Faramir: Your bodyguard?
Sam: His gardener.
Faramir: And where is your skulking friend? That gangrel creature. He had an ill-favoured look.
Frodo: [reluctant] There was no other. We set out from Rivendell with seven companions. One we lost in Moria. Two were my kin. A Dwarf there was also, and an Elf, and two Men: Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and Boromir of Gondor.
Faramir: [solemn] You are a friend of Boromir?
Frodo: Yes, for my part.
Faramir: It would grieve you, then, to learn that he is dead.
Frodo: [shocked] Dead?! How? When?
Faramir: As one of his companions, I had hoped you would tell me.
Frodo : If something has happened to Boromir, we would have you tell us!
Faramir: His horn washed up on the river bank, not six days past. It was cloven in two. But more than this I know it in my heart. He was my brother.
[Flashback, the Gondorian army under Boromir have just reclaimed the ruined city of Osgiliath from Sauron's army]
Boromir: [raising the banner of Gondor] This city was once the crown jewel of our kingdom! A place of life, and beauty, and music! And so it shall be once more! Let the armies of Mordor know this: Never again will the land of my people fall into enemy hands! The city of Osgiliath has been reclaimed! For GONDOR!
Gondorian army: FOR GONDOR!!!! [the cry is repeated twice]
Faramir: [races to hug Boromir] Good speech. Nice and short.
Boromir: That means more time for drinking! [he and Faramir laugh] Bring out the ale! These men are thirsty! [the soldiers cheer] Remember today, little brother. Today, life is good. [the brothers drink and then he notices Faramir look at another person] What?
Faramir: He's here. [referring to their father, the Steward Denethor, who arrives to congratulate Boromir's success]
Boromir: [resentful] One more moment of peace, can he not give us that.
Denethor: [happily] Where is he? Where is Gondor's finest? Where is my first born?
Boromir: [reluctantly] Father!
Denethor: [hugs Boromir] They say you vanquished the enemy almost singlehandedly.
Boromir: They exaggerate! The victory belongs to Faramir also!
Denethor: [looks at Faramir with hate] If it weren't for Faramir, the city would still be standing. [to Faramir] Were you not entrusted to protect it?
Faramir: I would have done it, but our numbers are too few.
Denethor: Oh, too few? You let the Enemy walk in and take it on a whim. Always you cast a poor reflection of me.
Faramir: That was not my intent. [leaves]
Boromir: [to Denethor with resentment] You give him no credit, yet he tries to do your will. He loves you, father!
Denethor: Do not trouble me with Faramir. I know of his uses, and they are few. We have more urgent things to speak of. Elrond of Rivendell has called for a meeting. He will not say why but I have guessed its purpose. It is rumored: the weapon of the Enemy has been found.
Boromir: [shocked] The One Ring? Isildur's Bane?
Denethor: Now it has fallen into the hands of the Elves. Everyone will try to claim it - Men, Dwarves, Wizards. We cannot let that happen! This thing must come to Gondor.
Boromir: [confused and frightened] Gondor.
Denethor: It's dangerous, I know! Ever the Ring will seek to corrupt the hearts of lesser Men but you! You are strong! And our need is great. It is our blood which is being spilled, our people who are dying. Sauron is biding his time. He's massing fresh armies. He will return. And when he does, we will be powerless to stop him. You must go! Bring me back this mighty gift!
Boromir: [withdraws] No, my place is here with my people! Not in Rivendell!
Denethor: Would you deny your own father?!
Faramir: [hearing the whole conversation] If there is need to go to Rivendell, send me in his stead.
Denethor: [to Faramir] You? Oh, I see. A chance for Faramir, captain of Gondor, to show his quality. I think not. I trust this mission only to your brother. The one who will not fail me.
[Boromir is atop his horse, looking at the flag of Gondor]
Boromir: [to Faramir] Remember today, little brother. [then rides out, never to be seen again]
[Frodo has allowed Faramir to take Smeagol prisoner. The rangers beat Smeagol who retreats to a corner, groaning and sobbing in pain]
Faramir: Where are you leading them? Answer me!
[As Smeagol cries, Gollum suddenly returns and comforts him]
Gollum: Sméagol...Why does it cry, Sméagol?
Sméagol: [sobbing] Cruel men hurts us. Master tricksed usǃ
Gollum Of course he did! I told you he was tricksy. I told you he was false.
Sméagol: Master is our friend...our friend...
Gollum: [angrily] Master betrayed us!
Sméagol: No, not its business! Leave us alone!
Gollum: Filthy little Hobbitses, they stole it from us!
Sméagol: No... No...
Faramir: What did they steal?
Gollum: My...PRECIOUSSS! [screams with rage]
[Extended Edition only]
Saruman: Gandalf the White. Gandalf the Fool! Does he seek to humble me with his newfound piety?
Gríma Wormtongue: There were three who followed the wizard. An Elf, a Dwarf, and a Man.
Saruman: [sniffs] You stink of horse. [Gríma walks away] The Man, was he from Gondor?
Gríma Wormtongue: [Saruman regains his attention] No, from the North. One of the Dúnedain Rangers, I thought he was. His cloth was poor. And yet, he bore a strange ring. Two serpents with emerald eyes, one devouring, the other one crowned with golden flowers.
Saruman: The Ring of Barahir. So Gandalf Greyhame thinks he's found Isildur's heir? The lost king of Gondor? He is a fool. The line was broken years ago. It matters not. The World of Men shall fall. It will begin at Edoras.
[Camera slowly zooms in at the drainhole at Helm's Deep]
Gríma : Helm's Deep has one weakness. Its outer wall is solid rock, but for a small culvert on its base, which is little more than a drain. [scene changes to Isengard, where Saruman is pouring gunpowder into a metal cauldron] How? How can fire undo stone? What kind of device will bring down the wall?
Saruman: [holds Gríma's hand back, which grips a lit candle] If the wall is breached, Helm's Deep will fall.
Gríma: Even if it is breached, it would take a number beyond reckoning, thousands to storm the keep.
Saruman: Tens of thousands.
Gríma: But, my lord, there is no such force.
[Saruman walks Gríma outside as they are talking. At this point, Saruman reveals to Gríma the massive army of Uruk-Hai]
Saruman: A new power is rising! Its victory is at hand! [the Uruks cheer] This night, the land will be stained with the blood of Rohan! March to Helm's Deep! Leave none alive! TO WAR! There will be no dawn...for Men.
Théoden: A great host, you say?
Aragorn: All Isengard is emptied.
Théoden: How many?
Aragorn: Ten thousand strong at least.
Théoden: [astonished] Ten thousand?
Aragorn: It is an army bred for a single purpose: to destroy the World of Men. They will be here by nightfall.
Théoden: Let them come!
Théoden: They will break upon this fortress like water on rock. Saruman's hordes will pillage and burn, we've seen it before. Crops can be resown. Homes rebuilt. Within these walls we will outlast them.
Aragorn: They do not come to destroy Rohan’s crops and villages, they've come to destroy its people. Down to the last child.
Théoden: [angrily approaches Aragorn] What would you have me do? Look at my men. Their courage hangs by a thread. If this is to be our end, then I would have them make such an end as to be worthy of remembrance.
Aragorn: Send out riders, my lord, you must call for aid.
Théoden: And who will come? Elves? Dwarves? We are not so lucky in our friends as you. The old alliances are dead.
Aragorn: Gondor will answer.
Théoden: [angrily] Gondor?! Where was Gondor when the Westfold fell?! Where was Gondor when our enemies closed in around us?! Where was Gon-? [suddenly regains hold of himself] No, my lord Aragorn. We are alone.
Aragorn: Farmers, ferriers, stable boys. These are no soldiers.
Gimli: Most have seen too many winters.
Legolas: Or too few. Look at them, they're frightened. You can see it in their eyes. [the soldiers suddenly stop arming themselves after hearing Legolas. Legolas then speaks in Elvish] And they should be three hundred... against ten thousand?
Aragorn: [in Elvish] They have more hope of defending themselves here than at Edoras.
Legolas: [in Elvish] Aragorn, they cannot win this fight. They're all going to die!
Aragorn: [in common tongue] Then I shall die as one of them!
Gamling: Every villager able to wield a sword has been sent to the armory. [Théoden does not respond] My lord?
Théoden: Who am I, Gamling?
Gamling: You are our king, sire.
Théoden: And do you trust your king?
Gamling: Your men, my lord, will follow you to whatever end.
Théoden: To whatever end. Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains. Like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the West, behind the hills, into Shadow. How did it come to this?
[Treebeard and the Ents gather for an Entmoot which has lasted for many long hours]
Merry: [walking around, impatiently] It's been going for hours!
Pippin: They must've decided on something by now.
Treebeard: Decided? No! We only just finished saying... Good Morning.
Merry: [disappointed] But it's nighttime already! You can't take forever!
Treebeard: Don't be hasty.
Merry: We're running out of time!
[Treebeard ignores Merry and the Entmoot continues]
Gimli: [unable to see over the wall, to Legolas] Ah, you could've picked a better spot! [to Aragorn] Well, lad, whatever luck you live by, let's hope it lasts the night.
[Thunder roared and lightning flashed. From the wall, the outnumbered defenders can see the horde of Uruk-hai, approaching]
Legolas: Your friends are with you, Aragorn.
Gimli: Let's hope they last the night.
Gimli: [struggling to see over the wall] What's happening out there?
Legolas: Shall I describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you a box?
[Gimli is silent for a moment, then laughs]
Gimli: [kills two Uruk-Hai warriors] Legolas! Two already!
Legolas: I'm on 17!
Gimli: Huh? I'll have no pointy-ear outscoring me! [kills another one]
Legolas: [shoots two more] 19!
Treebeard: We have just agreed... [falls asleep]
Merry: Yes?
Treebeard: [wakes up] I have told your names to the Entmoot and we have agreed...you are not Orcs. [Treebeard and the Ents behind him smile as they awkwardly nod]
Pippin: Well, that's good news.
Merry: What about Saruman? Have you come to a decision about him?
Treebeard: Now, don't be hasty, Master Meriadoc.
Merry: Hasty? Our friends are out there! They need our help! They cannot fight this war on their own!
Treebeard: War, yes. It affects us all, tree, root and twig. But 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.
Gimli: Oh, come on! We can take 'em!
Aragorn: It's a long way.
Gimli: [reluctantly] Toss me.
Aragorn: What?
Gimli: I cannot jump the distance, you'll have to toss me! [Aragorn nods] Don't tell the Elf.
Aragorn: Not a word. [tosses Gimli into the Uruks and he follows suit. The two warriors fight the Uruks on the causeway while Theoden and his soldiers barricade the breached gate]
Treebeard: The Ents cannot hold back this storm. We must weather such things as we have always always done.
Merry: How can that be your decision?!
Treebeard: This is not our war.
Merry: But you're part of this world! Aren't you? You must help! Please! You must do something.
Treebeard: You are young and brave, Master Merry. But your part in this tale is over. Go back to your home.
Pippin: Maybe Treebeard's right. We don't belong here, Merry. It's too big for us. What can we do in the end? We've got the Shire. Maybe we should go home.
Merry: The fires of Isengard will spread. And the woods of Tuckborough and Buckland will burn. And all that was once green and good in this world will be gone. There won't be a Shire, Pippin.
[Having gone south at Pippin's request, Treebeard sees the devastation of Fangorn]
Treebeard: [horrified] Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I had known from nut and acorn.
Pippin: I'm sorry, Treebeard.
Treebeard: They had voices of their own... [angrily as he looks at Isengard] Saruman...A wizard should know better! [lets out a howl of rage that echoes across the forest] There is no curse in Elvish, Entish or the tongues of Men for this treachery!
Pippin: [sees a horde of Huorns moving out] Look, the trees! They're moving!
Merry: Where are they going?
Treebeard: They have business with the Orcs. My business is with Isengard tonight, with rock and stone!
[More Ents emerge from the forest]
Merry: Yes...!
Treebeard: Come, my friends. The Ents are going to war. It is likely that we go to our doom...the Last March of the Ents!
[Treebeard and hundreds of Ents march towards Isengard]
Théoden: The fortress is taken. It is over.
Aragorn: You said this fortress would never fall while your men defend it! They still defend it! They have died defending it! [to Gamling] Is there no other way for the women and children to get out of the caves? Is there no other way?!
Gamling: There is one passage, it leads into the mountains. But they will not get far, the Uruk-Hai are too many!
Aragorn: Send word for the women and children to make for the mountain pass and barricade the entrance!
Théoden: So much death... what can Men do against such reckless hate?
Aragorn: Ride out with me. Ride out and meet them.
Théoden: For death and glory?
Aragorn: For Rohan. For your people.
Gimli: The sun is rising...
[Sunlight enters through a window, illuminating the room]
Gandalf the White: [in memory] "Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the East".
Théoden: Yes...yes! The Horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the Deep...one last time!
Gimli: Yes!
Théoden: [to Aragorn] Let this be the hour when we draw swords together! [to his men] Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red dawn! [Gimli sounds the horn as the Uruks break down the doors] FORTH EORLINGAS! CHARGE!
[After the Battle of Helm's Deep, Extended Edition only]
Legolas: Final count: forty-two.
Gimli: [sitting on a dead Uruk with an ax embedded in its head, smoking a pipe] Forty-two? Ooh! That's not bad for a pointy-eared Elvish princeling. I myself am sitting pretty on forty-three.
Legolas: [suddenly shoots an arrow into the dead Uruk] Forty-three.
Gimli: He was already dead.
Legolas: He was twitching.
Gimli: He was twitching because he's got my ax embedded in his nervous system! [jiggles the axe, the Uruk spasms lifelessly]
Merry: [referring to Saruman who is stranded in Orthanc after watching the Ents flood all of Isengard] He doesn't look too happy, does he?
Pippin: Not too happy all, Merry.
Merry: You don't suppose the view would be quite nice from up there?
Pippin: Oh yes! It's a quality establishment, I hear the staff are very good.
[While Pippin looks at Orthanc, Merry tries to compare his height with Pippin, surprised to see that he is back to his normal height]
Pippin: [turns to Merry] What are you doing?
Merry: [smiling] Nothing! The world's back to normal, that's all.
Pippin: [frowns] No, it isn't. I'm starving.
Merry: Good luck finding something decent to eat around here. You'd probably find nothing but dead rats and moldy bread.
[As Merry searches for some food, Pippin finds an apple and other food lying around. He and Merry follow the trail to the nearby storage which contains many food, much to their delight. They also find two barrels]
Pippin: [surprised] Is that?
Merry: [happily opens the barrel which is full of weed] Longbottom leaf! Finest weed in the Southfarthing!
Pippin: It's perfect! One barrel each! [stops and realizes something] Wait! Don't you think we should share this with Treebeard?
Merry: Share it? [shakes his head as he realizes one thing] No, I don't think he'd understand. Dead plant and all; could be a distant relative.
Pippin: [smiles] Oh, I get it. Don't be hasty.
Merry: [pulls out his smoking pipe] Exactly!
[The hobbits laugh and they start smoking. Outside the room, Treebeard smells the smoke and wonders what the hobbits are doing]
[Frodo attacks Sam with his sword]
Sam: It's me. It's your Sam. Don't you know your Sam?
Frodo: [snaps out of the spell, horrified, and drops his sword] I can't do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. [watching the Nazgûl flying away] It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo; the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end...because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was, when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.
Sam: I wonder if we'll ever be put into songs or tales.
Frodo: What?
Sam: I wonder if people will ever say, "Let's hear about Frodo and the Ring," and they'll say, "Yes, that's one of my favorite stories." "Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he, Dad?" "Yes, my boy. The most famousest of Hobbits. And that's saying a lot."
Frodo: You left out one of the chief characters: Samwise the Brave. I want to hear more about Sam. [stops walking and turns around to face Sam] Frodo wouldn't have got far without Sam.
Sam: Now Mr. Frodo, you shouldn't make fun. I was being serious.
Frodo: [smiling] So was I. [walks ahead]
Sam: [to himself] 'Samwise the Brave'.
[Last lines]
Sméagol Master...Master looks after us. Master wouldn't hurt us.
Gollum: Master broke his promise!
Sméagol: Don't ask Sméagol. Poor, poor Sméagol...
Gollum: Master betrayed us! Wicked, tricksy, false. We ought to wring his filthy little neck. Kill him! Kill him! Kill them both! And then we takes the precious...and we be the master!
Sméagol: But the fat Hobbit, he knows. Eyes always watching.
Gollum: Then we stabs them out! Put out his eyeses! Make him crawl!
Sméagol: Yes! Yes! Yes!
Gollum: Kill them bothǃ
Sméagol: Yes! No, no! It's too risky, it's too risky!
Frodo: [distant] Sméagol? Sméagol?
Gollum: [sly] We could let her do it.
Sméagol: Yes...she could do it!
Gollum: Yes, precious, she could. And then we takes it once they're dead.
Sméagol: Once they're dead...
Gollum: Shhhh...
Sméagol: [to Frodo and Sam] Come on, Hobbits. Long ways to go yet. Sméagol will show you the way.
Gollum: [sinisterly] Follow me.

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Andy Serkis: It is a complete marriage of skills-
Gollum: You're a liar and a thief! [he takes the MTV award] It's mine! I won it! It was me! We only won because of me!
Sméagol: And me! MTV's my friend! My friend!
Gollum: You don't have any friends. Nobody likes you!
Sméagol: Dobby likes me!
Gollum: Dobby!? Dobby's a f***ing f**!
Andy Serkis: That's enough, Gollum.
Gollum: Piss off, Serkis! You stupid, fat, wart face f***ing turd!
Andy Serkis: I'm not fat.
Gollum: We're not gonna thank anyone. No, no! Not you, not MTV, and not those pixel-pushing pin-dicks at Weta Digital! And Peter Jackson, my precious, who do you think you are, you f***ing hack!? Shame on you! Shame on you! Go f*** yourself!
Sméagol: Not listening. Not listening!
Gollum: Frankly, nothing can compensate for the long hours and low pay and miserable experience we've had making this f***ing movie. And if you think this s***ty little tub of gold popcorn is gonna remotely make up for everything we've suffered, you're sadly f***ing mistaken! You're all bastards! MTV sucks! We hate you all!
Sméagol: Good night!
    • MTV Award speech by Andy Serkis and Gollum/Sméagol. (May 2003)

See also

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Taglines

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  • The Battle for Middle-earth Begins.
  • The Journey Continues.
  • The Fellowship Is Broken.
  • A New Power is Rising.
  • Save the Precious.
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