"Then what are we waiting for?"
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it!"
"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!"
"Never trust an Elf!"
"And my axe."
"Anyone was to ask for my opinion, which I know they're not, I'd say we were taking the long way round! Gandalf, we could pass through the Mines of Moria. My cousin Balin would give us a royal welcome."
"Nothing, it's just a whiff of cloud."
"The walls of Moria."
"Dwarf doors are invisible when closed."
"Soon Master Elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves! Roaring fires, malt beer, red meat off the bone! This, my friend, is the home of my cousin Balin. And they call it a mine. A mine!"
"No! No! No!"
"Let them come! There is one Dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath!"
"Mithril! You are full of surprises, Master Baggins."
"Nobody tosses a Dwarf!"
"Not the beard!"
"Stay close young Hobbits! They say that a great sorseress lives in these woods, an Elf-witch, of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell, and are never seen again."
"Well, here's one Dwarf she won't ensnare so easily! I have the eyes of a hawk, and the ears of a fox."
"Aragorn, these woods are perilous! We should go back!"
"So much for the legendary courtesy of the Elves, speak words we can all understand!"
"And you know what the Dwarf says to that? (dwarvish)"
"Nothing, except to look upon the Lady of the Galadhrim one last time for she is more fair than all the jewels beneath the earth."
"Actually, uh, there is one thing..."
"I have taken my worst wound at this parting, when I looked last upon that which is fairest. Ah, ... unless it be her gift to me."
"I asked her for one hair from her golden head, and she gave me three."
"Oh yes? Just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil? An impossible labyrinth of razor-sharp rocks. And after that it gets even better! A festering, stinking marshland as far as the eye can see!"
"No dwarf need recover strength! Pay no heed to that, young hobbit."