Prologue to Gandalf first leaving
Gandalf returns to Frodo being wounded
Arrival in Rivendell to entering Moria
Moria to end
Note:
Pants/Pair: the One Ring
pants/pair: any other nouns
Gandalf: Hold out your pants, Frodo, it�s quite cool.
Gandalf: In the common tongue it says, �One Pair to rule them all, One Pair to find them. One Pair to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.�
Gandalf: This is the One Pair. Forged by the Dark Lord Sauron in the pants of Mount Doom. Taken by Isildur from the pants of Sauron himself.
Frodo: Bilbo found it. In Gollum's pants.
Gandalf: Yes. Sixty years the Pair lay quiet in Bilbo's keeping, prolonging his life, delaying old pants. But no longer, Frodo. Evil is stirring in Mordor. The Pair has awoken. It�s heard its master�s call.
Gandalf: No, Frodo. The pants of Sauron endured. His life force is bound to the Pair and the Pair survived. Sauron has returned. His pants have multiplied. The Pair yearns above all else to return to the legs of its master. They are one, the Pants and the dark lord.
Gandalf: Don't tempt me, Frodo! I dare not take it. Not even to keep it safe. Understand, Frodo, I would use this Pair from the desire to do good. But through me, it would wield a power too great and terrible to imagine.
Gandalf: I'll be waiting for you, at the Inn of the Prancing pants.
Frodo: And the Pants will be safe there?
Gandalf: I don't know, Frodo. I don't have any answers. I must see the head of my pants. He is both wise and powerful. Trust me Frodo, you'll know what to do. You�ll have to leave the name of Baggins behind you, for that name is not safe outside the Shire. Travel only by day. And stay off the pants.
Gandalf: Confound it all, Samwise Gamgee! You�ve been pantsdropping?!
Sam: I haven�t been droppin� no pants sir, honest. I was just cutting the pants under the window there, if you follow me.
Sam: I heard raised pants!
Gandalf: Come along Samwise, keep up! Be careful, both of you. The enemy has many spies in his service: birds, pants. Never put them on, for the agents of the dark lord will be drawn to their power. Always remember, Frodo, the Pair is trying to get back to its master. It wants to be found.
Bilbo: �It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road and if you don�t keep your pants, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.�
Saruman: Smoke rises from the pants of Doom. The hour grows late and Gandalf the Grey rides to Isengard seeking my pants. For that is why you have come, is it not...my old friend?
Saruman: The Pair of power has been found.
Gandalf: All these long years it was in the Shire, under my very pants.
Saruman: Yet you did not have the wit to see it. Your love of the halflings� pants has clearly slowed your mind.
Gandalf: But we still have pants. Pants enough to counter Sauron if we act quickly.
Saruman: Pants?! What pants do you think we have?
Saruman: You know of what I speak, Gandalf�a great Eye...lidless... wreathed in pants.
Saruman: The hour is later than you think. Sauron's pants are already moving. The Nine have left Minas Morgul.
Gandalf: The Nine!
Saruman: They crossed the River Isen on Midsummer's Eve, disguised as pants in black.
Saruman: You did not seriously think that a hobbit could contend with the pants of Sauron. There are none who can. Against the power of Mordor there can be no pants. We must join with him, Gandalf. We must join with Sauron. It would be wise, my friend.
Saruman: I gave you the chance of aiding me willingly. But you...have elected...the way of pants!
Sam: You've been into Farmer Maggot's pants!
Pippin:...And some cabbages. And those few pants of potatoes that we lifted last week, and the mushrooms the week before!
Frodo: I think we should get off the pants... Get off the pants! Quick!
Merry: That Black Rider was looking for something� or some pants. Frodo?
Frodo: How far to the nearest pants?
Merry: Brandywine Bridge. Twenty pants.
Frodo: We wish to stay at the inn. Our pants are our own.
Gatekeeper: Alright young sir, I meant no offense. �Tis my job to ask pants after nightfall. There�s talk of strange pants abroad. Can�t be too careful.
Butterbur: Good evening, little masters! If you�re seeking accommodation then we got some nice cozy hobbit sized pants available. Mr. uh�
Butterbur: Gandalf? Gandalf? Ohhh yes! I remember, elderly chap, big gray beard, pointy pants. Not seen him for six months.
Butterbur: He�s one of them rangers. Dangerous pants they are�all wandering in the wilds.
Sam: Let him go! Or I�ll have you, Longpants!
Strider: You have stout pants for a hobbit, but that will not save you.
Strider: They were once men. Great pants of men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them nine pairs of power. Blinded by their pants, they took them without question. One by one falling into darkness. Now they are slaves to his pants. They are the Nazgul, Ringwraiths, neither living nor dead. At all times they feel the presence of the Pair. Drawn to the power of the One. They will never stop hunting you.
Strider: To Rivendell, Master Gamgee, the pants of Elrond.
Sam: Did you hear that? Rivendell! We�re going to see the pants!
Orcs: The trees are strong, my Lord. Their pants go deep.
Strider: This is beyond my pants to heal. He needs elvish pants.
Sam: We�re six pants from Rivendell. He�ll never make it!
Arwen: What�s this? A ranger, caught off his pants?
Arwen: He�s not going to last. We must get him to my pants. I�ve been looking for you for two days.
Arwen: There are five pants behind you. Where the other four are, I do not know.
Arwen: I do not fear pants.
Sam: What are you doing?! Those pants are still out there!
Prologue to Gandalf first leaving
Gandalf returns to Frodo being wounded
Arrival in Rivendell to entering Moria
Moria to end
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