Aragorn: Let the lord of the Black Lands come forth, that justice be done upon him!
The Mouth of Sauron: My master, Sauron the Great, bids thee welcome. Is there any in this rout with authority to treat with me?
Gandalf: We do not wish to treat with Sauron, Faithless, and Accursed; Tell your master this: The armies of Mordor must disband. He is to depart these lands, never to return.
The Mouth of Sauron: Ahh, old grey beard. I have a token I was bidden to show thee. [Pulls out Frodo's mythril vest and throws it at them]
Pippin: Frodo...
Gandalf: Silence.
Merry: No!
Gandalf: Silence!

Saruman: Shall we not take council as we once did? Shall we not have peace?
Theoden: We shall have peace... We shall have peace when you answer for the burning of the Westfold! When you answer for the children who lie dead on the plains! For the soldiers who were hewn even as they lay dead! We shall have peace when you hang from a gibbit for the sport of your own crows!
Saruman: Gibbits and crows! DOTARD! And what do *you* want, Gandalf? The keys of Orthanc? Or perhaps the keys of Barad-Dur itself? And the crowns of the seven kings and the rods of the five wizards?

No tomb for Denethor and Faramir. No long, slow sleep of death embalmed. We shall burn, like the heathen kings of old. Bring wood and oil.

Denethor

They had no honor in life. They have none now in death.

Gimli

Aragorn: I summon you to fulfill your oath.
King of the Dead: None but the king of Gondor may command me.
[Swings sword; Aragorn blocks him with the sword of Anduril]
King of the Dead: The blade was broken
Aragorn: It has been remade. [pause] Fight for us... and regain your honor.

I do not fear death.

Aragorn

Pippin: [to himself] *WHAT* were you thinking, Peregrin Took? What service could a hobbit offer such a great lord of men?
Faramir: [approaching] It was well done. Generous deeds should not be checked by cold council. So, you are to join the tower guard?
Pippin: [sheepishly] I didn't think they would find any livery that would fit me.
Faramir: It once belonged to a boy of the citadel. A very foolish one; who spent more time slaying dragons than attending to his studies.
Pippin: This was yours?
Faramir: Yes. My father had it made for me.
Pippin: Well, I'm taller than you were then. Though I'm not likely to grow anymore... except sideways.

Deagol: Smeagol, I've got one! I've got a fish, Smeag. Smeagol!
Smeagol: Pull it in. Go on. Go on. Go on. Pull it in.

I don't think there's gonna be a return journey, Mr. Frodo.

Sam

[about to charge the enemy alone] For Frodo.

Aragorn

Eowyn: The city has falled silent. There is no warmth left in the sun.
Faramir: [approaching her] It is the damp of the first spring rain.
Eowyn: [looks up at him]
Faramir: I do not believe this darkness will endure.

[on the slopes of Mount Doom] Then let us be rid of it... once and for all... C'mon Mr. Frodo... I can't carry for you... but I can carry you! C'mon!

Sam

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