Gimili: Toss me.
Aragorn: What?
Gimili: Toss me! I can not jump this distance so you'll have to toss me! Don't tell the Elf!
Samwise: PO-TA-TOES!!!
(Gollum good) Slinker: Master is our friend
(Gollum bad) Stinker:You don't have any friends
(Gollum good) Slinker: I'm not listening
Gimli: You could've picked a better spot!
Legolas: would you like me to describe it to you, or just get you a box?
Legolas: A red sun riseth, Blood has been spilt this night
Legolas: The orcs turned North East ........there taking them to Izenguard!!!
Sam: "Mordor...the one place in Middle-earth we don't want to see any closer, and it's the one place we're trying to get to."
Sam: "What is it, Mr. Frodo?"
Frodo: "Nothing...a dream."
Merry: "I think we might have made a mistake leaving the Shire, Pippin."
Eomer: "What business do an Elf, a Man, and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark?"
Gandalf: "Far beneath the living earth I fought him - the Balrog of Morgoth. Darkness took me...but it was not the end. The task was not done - I was sent back."
Gandalf: "He is the lord of all horses and has been a friend to me through many dangers.
Frodo: "You know the way to Mordor. You've been there before. Take us to the Black Gate."
Eowyn: "Leave me alone, snake. Your words are poison."
Theoden: "Ever have you been the herald of woe. Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow?"
Treebeard: "It is likely, my friends, that we go to our doom: the last march of the Ents..."
Gandalf: "Sauron's wrath will be terrible and 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."
Legolas: "You look terrible!"
Treebeard: Hmmmm. That doesn’t make sense to me. But then, you are very small. Perhaps your right. South it is then. Hold on, little Shirelings. I always like going south. Somehow it feels like going downhill.
Merry: Treeherder! Shepherd of the forest.
Pippin: Don't talk to it Merry. Don't encourage it.
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 ring his filthy little neck! Kill him! Kill him! Kill them both. Then we take the Preciousss and we be the master.
Sméagol: But the fat hobbit. He knows. Eyes always watching.
Gollum: Then we stabs them out. Put out his eyses. And make him crawl.
Sméagol: Yes! Yes! Yes!
Gollum: Kill them both.
Sméagol: Yes! No. No. It's too risky, it's too risky.
Gollum: 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. Hush! Come on, hobbits. Long ways to go yet.
Sméagol will show you the way. Follow me.