Don't ask SmÃ©agol. Poor, poor SmÃ©agol. Master betrayed us...
Smeagol: Don't ask SmÃ©agol. Poor, poor SmÃ©agol.
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 take the precious... and we be the master!
Smeagol: But the fat Hobbit, he knows. Eyes always watching.
Gollum: Then we stabs them out. Put out his eyeses, make him crawl.
Smeagol: Yes. Yes. Yes.
Gollum: Kill them both.