The enemy? [indicates dead Southron] His sense of duty was no less than yours, I deem. I wonder what his name is... where he came from. And if he was really evil at heart. What lies or threats led him on this long march from home. If he would not rather have stayed there... in peace. War will make corpses of us all.

The Ring of Power within my grasp. A chance for Faramir, Captain of Gondor, to show his quality.

Gandalf the White: Sauron's wrath will be terrible, his retribution swift. The battle for Helm's Deep is over. The battle for Middle Earth is about to begin. All our hopes now lie with two little hobbits, somewhere in the wilderness.

Galadriel: The power of the enemy is growing. Sauron will use his puppet Saruman to destroy the people of Rohan. Isengard has been unleashed. The Eye of Sauron now turns to Gondor, the last free kingdom of Men. His war on this country will come swiftly. He senses the Ring is close. The strength of the Ringbearer is failing. In his heart, Frodo begins to understand. The quest will claim his life.

Gollum: They're thieves, they're thieves! They're filthy little thieves! Where is it? Where is it? They ssstole it from us... my precioussss. Curse them! We hates them! It's ours, it is, and we wants it!

Gríma: [To Éowyn] Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you've spoken to the darkness, in the bitter watches of the night... when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you... a hutch to trammel some wild thing in. So fair. So cold. Like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill.

Théoden: Look at my men! Their courage hangs by a thread! If this is to be our end, then I would have them make such an end, as to be worthy of remembrance!