Pippin: But we'll see each other soon. Won't we?
Merry: I don't know. I don't know what is going to happen.
Pippin: Merry...
Gandalf: Run, Shadowfax. Show us the meaning of haste.
Pippin: Merry!
[Shadowfax gallops off, carrying Gandalf and Pippin away]


Gandalf: [During the siege of Gondor] Peregrin Took! Go back to the Citadel!
Pippin: [dazed] They called us out to fight.
Gandalf: This is no place for a Hobbit!
[He lays about him with his sword and staff; an Orc rushes up behind him and Pippin kills it. Gandalf looks at Pippin]
Gandalf: [impressed]
Guard of the Citadel indeed!

Denethor: My sons are spent. My line has ended. Rohan has deserted us. Theoden's betrayed me. Abandon your posts! Flee, flee for your lives!
[He turns around, and Gandalf knocks him out with his staff]
Gandalf: Prepare for battle!

[after meeting with Gandalf in Fangorn Forest]
Aragorn: In one thing you haven't changed, my friend - you still speak in riddles.

Gollum: [to himself] So bright... so beautiful... ah, Precious.
Frodo: [overhearing him] What did you say?
Gollum: Master should be resting, Master needs to keep up his strength.
Frodo: [standing up and walking towards Gollum] Who are you?
Gollum: [looking away; morosely] Mustn't ask
us, not it's business. Gollum, gollum.
Frodo: Gandalf told me you were one of the River-folk.
Gollum: Cold be heart and hand and bone. Cold be travelers far from home.
Frodo: [sits next to Gollum] 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: [in front of Gollum] You were not so very different from a Hobbit once, were you?
[Gollum looks sad and lost in thought]
Frodo: Smeagol.
Gollum: [looks up at Frodo; genuinely surprised] What did you call me?
Frodo: That was your name once... a long time ago. Wasn't it
Gollum: [overcome with emotion] My name...
[suddenly remember and smiles in recognition]
Gollum: [wistful] Sme... Smeagol.

H.ma: I cannot allow you before Theoden King so armed, Gandalf Greyhame... by order of Grima Wormtongue.
[Gandalf nods, and they hand over their weapons]
H.ma: Your staff.
Gandalf: Oh... you would not part an old man from his walking stick?
[Hama lets them through; Gandalf winks at Aragorn]