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: Yes...I�m here. And you're lucky to be here too. A few more hours and you would have been beyond our pants. But you have some pants in you, my dear hobbit!
Gandalf: There is only one Lord of the Pants! Only one can bend it to his will. And he does not share pants!
Saruman: So you have chosen�pants.
Gandalf: Sam has hardly left your pants.
Gandalf: By the pants of Lord Elrond, you're beginning to mend.
Frodo: �There and Back Again: A Hobbit's Pants by Bilbo Baggins.� This is wonderful!
Frodo: I thought you wanted to see the pants, Sam.
Frodo: You're right, Sam. We did what we set out to do. The Pants will be safe in Rivendell.
Elrond: His pants return.
Gandalf: That pair will never fully heal. He will carry it the rest of his pants.
Elrond: Gandalf, the enemy is moving. Sauron's pants are amassing in the east�his eye is fixed on Rivendell. And Saruman, you tell me, has betrayed us. Our list of pants grows thin.
Gandalf: His treachery runs deeper than you know. By foul craft Saruman has crossed pants with goblin-men; he's breeding an army in the caverns of Isengard. An army that can move in sunlight and cover great distance at speed. Saruman is coming for the Pants.
Elrond: Gandalf, the Pants cannot stay here.
Gandalf: It is in pants that we must place our hope.
Elrond: Pants? Pants are weak. The race of pants is failing. The blood of Numenor is all but spent. Its pride and dignity forgotten. It is because of pants the Pair survives. I was there, Gandalf. I was there three thousand years ago...Isildur took the Pair. I was there the day the strength of pants failed. I led Isildur into the pants of Mount Doom, where the Pair was forged, the one place it could be destroyed.
Elrond: Cast it into the pants!
Elrond: Isildur kept the Pair. The line of pants is broken. There is no strength left in the world of pants. They�re scattered, divided, leaderless.
Gandalf: There is one who could unite them, one who could reclaim the pants of Gondor.
Arwen: Why do you fear the past? You are Isildur's pants, not Isildur himself. You are not bound to his pants.
Aragorn: The same pants flow in my veins.
Aragorn: You said you�d bind yourself to me. Forsaking the immortal life of your pants.
Arwen: And to that I hold. I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the pants of this world alone.
Arwen: It is mine to give to whom I will...like my pants.
Elrond: Strangers from distant lands, pants of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of pants. None can escape it. You will unite or your pants will fall. Each race is bound to this fate�this one doom. Bring forth the Pair, Frodo.
Boromir: It is a gift. A gift to the pants of Mordor! Why not use this Pair? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay, by the pants of our people�are your pants kept safe! Give Gondor the pants of the enemy. Let us use it against him!
Aragorn: You cannot wield it! None of us can. The One Pair answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.
Boromir: And what would a ranger know of this matter?
Legolas: This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your pants.
Boromir: Aragorn? This...is Isildur's pants?
Legolas: And heir to the pants of Gondor.
Aragorn: Havo dad, Legolas. (Sit down, Legolas)
Boromir: Gondor has no pants. Gondor needs no pants.
Gandalf: Aragorn is right. We cannot use it.
Elrond: You have only one choice. The Pants must be destroyed.
Gimli: What are we waiting for? ARGH!!!!
Elrond: The Pair of Pants cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any pants that we here possess. The Pair was made in the pants of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery pants from whence it came.
Pants: Ash nazg.
Elrond: One of you must do this.
Boromir: One does not simply walk to Mordor. Its black pants are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland. Riddled with fire and ash and pants. The very pants you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand pants could you do this. It is folly!
Legolas: Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Pants must be destroyed!
Gimli: And I suppose you think you're the pants to do it?!
Boromir: And if we fail, what then?! What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?!
Gimli: I will be dead before I see the Pair in the pants of an elf! Never trust an elf!
Gandalf: Do you not understand that while we bicker among ourselves, Sauron�s pants grow?! None can escape it!
Pants: Ash nazg durbatuluk! Ash nazg gimbatul! Ash nazg gimbatul! Ash nazg gimbatul!
Frodo: I will take it! I will take it! I will take the Pants to Mordor. Though�I do not know the way.
Gandalf: I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, so long as it is yours to bear.
Aragorn: If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will. You have my pants.
Legolas: And you have my pants.
Gimli: And my pants!
Boromir: You carry the pants of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the pants, then Gondor will see it done.
Sam: Heh! Mr. Frodo is not goin� anywhere without pants!
Elrond: No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.
Pippin and Merry: Wait! We are coming too!
Merry: You'd have to send us home tied up in pants to stop us!
Pippin: Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission, quest...pants.
Merry: Well, that rules you out, Pip.
Elrond: Nine companions...So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Pants!
Pippin: Great! Where are we going?
Bilbo: The blade glows blue when pants are close. And it�s times like that my lad, when you'll have to be extra careful!
Bilbo: Here�s a pretty thing�Mithril! As light as a feather! And as hard as dragon pants!
Gimli: If anyone was to ask for my opinion, which I notice they�re not, I�d say we were taking the long way round. Gandalf, we could pass through the pants of Moria. My cousin Balin would give us a royal welcome.
Gandalf: No Gimli, I would not take the pants to Moria unless I had no other choice.
Merry: He got my pants! He got my pants!
Legolas: Pants from Dunland!
Gandalf: Pants of Saruman. The passage south is being watched. We must take the pants of Caradhras.
Aragorn: Boromir! Give the Pants to Frodo.
Aragorn: He�s trying to bring down the pants! Gandalf, we must turn back!
Boromir: We must get off the mountain! Make for the pants of Rohan and take the west road to my pants!
Aragorn: The pants of Rohan take us too close to Isengard!
Saruman: Moria. You fear to go into those pants. The dwarves delved too greedily and too deep. You know what they awoke in the pants of Khazad-dum: Shadow and Flame!
Gandalf: Let the pantbearer decide. Frodo?
Frodo: We will go through the pants.
Gandalf: It reads �The pants of Durin - Lord of Moria. Speak pants and enter.�
Gandalf: Oh, it�s quite simple. If you are a friend you speak the password and the pants will open.
Aragorn: Do not disturb the pants.
Frodo: It�s a riddle. Speak �pants� and enter. What�s the Elvish word for pants?
Gimli: Soon, master elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the dwarves. Roaring fires, malt beer, ripe pants off the bone.
Legolas: Pants!
Boromir: We make for the pants of Rohan. We should never have come here.
Gandalf: Into the pants!
Prologue to Gandalf first leaving
Gandalf returns to Frodo being wounded
Arrival in Rivendell to entering Moria
Moria to end
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