Favorite Quotes

Ivy Walker: When we are married, will you dance with me? I find dancing very agreeable. Why can you not say what is in your head?

Lucious Hunt: Why can you not stop saying what is in yours? Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why? What good is it to tell you you are in my every thought from the time I wake? What good can come from my saying that I sometimes cannot think clearly or do my work properly? What gain can rise of my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? That is why I am on this porch, Ivy Walker. I fear for your safety before all others. And yes, I will dance with you on our wedding night.

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OPTIMUS PRIME: With the Allspark gone, we cannot return life to our planet. And fate has yielded its’ reward: a new world to call home. We live among its’ people now, hiding in plain sight, but watching over them in secret, waiting, protecting. I have witnessed their capacity for courage, and though we are worlds apart, like us, there’s more to them than meets the eye. I am Optimus Prime, and I send this message to any surviving Autobots taking refuge among the stars: we are here, we are waiting.

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FRODO: I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.

GANDALF: So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All that we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.

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SAM: I made a promise, Mr. Frodo, a promise. ‘Don’t you leave him, Samwise Gamgee.’ And I don’t mean to. I don’t mean to.

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ELROND: If Aragorn survives this war, you will still be parted. If Sauron is defeated, and Aragorn made king and all that you hope for comes true, you will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die. And there will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death, an image of the splendor of the kings of men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter, you will linger on in darkness and in doubt. As nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Here you will dwell, bound to your grief, under the fading trees, until all the world has changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent. Arwen…there is nothing for you here, only death.

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FRODO: I can’t do this Sam…

SAM: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad has happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it’ll shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something, even if you were too small to understand why, but I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going, because they were holding onto something.

FRODO: What are we holding onto, Sam?

SAM: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it’s worth fighting for.

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J.R.R. TOLKIEN: With a gasp Frodo cast himself on the ground. Sam sat by him. To his surprise he felt tired but lighter, and his head seemed clear again. No more debates disturbed his mind. He knew all the arguments of despair and would not listen to them. His will was set, and only death would break it. He felt no longer either desire or need of sleep, but rather of watchfulness. He knew that all the hazards and perils were now drawing together to a point: the next day would be a day of doom, the day of final effort or disaster, the last gasp.

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PIPPIN: I didn’t think it would end this way.

GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.

PIPPIN: What, Gandalf, See what?

GANDALF, smiling: White shores and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.

PIPPIN: Well, that isn’t so bad.

GANDALF: No, no it isn’t.

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GIMLI: Never thought I’d die fighting side-by-side with an elf.

LEGOLAS: What about side-by-side with a friend.

GIMLI: Aye, I could do that.

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SAM: Do you remember The Shire, Mr. Frodo? It’ll be Spring soon, and the orchards will be in blossom, and the birds will be nestin’ in the hazel thicket, and they’ll be sowin’ the summer barley in the lower fields, and eatin’ the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?

FRODO: No Sam. I can’t recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, or the touch of grass, I’m naked in the dark.. there’s.. there’s nothing.. no vail.. between me, and the wheel of fire. I can see him with my waking eyes!

SAM: Then let us be rid of it, once and for all! Come on, Mr. Frodo. I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you! Come on!

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FRODO: How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand; there is no going back, there are some things that time cannot mend, some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.

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GANDALF: Farewell, my brave Hobbits. My work is now finished. Here at last, on the shores of the sea, comes the end of our fellowship. I will not say do not weep, for not all tears are an evil. … It is time, Frodo.

SAM: What does he mean?

FRODO: We set out to save The Shire, Sam, and it has been saved..but not for me.

SAM: You don’t mean that..you can’t leave.

FRODO, hands Sam the Red Book: The last pages are for you, Sam.

Frodo hugs Merry, then Pippin, and finally Sam, who he kisses on the forehead. He turns and walks towards Gandalf, who leads him onto the ship. Once on the ship, he turns and smiles back at his friends, and turns and walks away. The ship departs. Merry and Pippin begin to walk away, and Sam watches the ship leave.

Sam returns to the Shire, to his home, where he embraces his daughter and his wife

FRODO, voice over: My dear Sam, you cannot always be torn in two. You will have to be one, and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be and to do. Your part in the story will go on.

SAM: Well, I’m back.

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J.R.R. TOLKIEN: And the ship went out into the High Sea on into the West, until at last on a night of rain, Frodo smelled a sweet fragrance on the air and heard the sound of singing that came over the water. And then it seemed to him as in his dream in the house of Bombadil, the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise.

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FRODO: I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.

GANDALF: So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All that we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.

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SAM: I made a promise, Mr. Frodo, a promise. ‘Don’t you leave him, Samwise Gamgee.’ And I don’t mean to. I don’t mean to.

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ELROND: If Aragorn survives this war, you will still be parted. If Sauron is defeated, and Aragorn made king and all that you hope for comes true, you will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die. And there will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death, an image of the splendor of the kings of men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter, you will linger on in darkness and in doubt. As nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Here you will dwell, bound to your grief, under the fading trees, until all the world has changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent. Arwen…there is nothing for you here, only death.

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FRODO: I can’t do this Sam…

SAM: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad has happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it’ll shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something, even if you were too small to understand why, but I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going, because they were holding onto something.

FRODO: What are we holding onto, Sam?

SAM: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it’s worth fighting for.

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J.R.R. TOLKIEN: With a gasp Frodo cast himself on the ground. Sam sat by him. To his surprise he felt tired but lighter, and his head seemed clear again. No more debates disturbed his mind. He knew all the arguments of despair and would not listen to them. His will was set, and only death would break it. He felt no longer either desire or need of sleep, but rather of watchfulness. He knew that all the hazards and perils were now drawing together to a point: the next day would be a day of doom, the day of final effort or disaster, the last gasp.

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PIPPIN: I didn’t think it would end this way.

GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.

PIPPIN: What, Gandalf, See what?

GANDALF, smiling: White shores and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.

PIPPIN: Well, that isn’t so bad.

GANDALF: No, no it isn’t.

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GIMLI: Never thought I’d die fighting side-by-side with an elf.

LEGOLAS: What about side-by-side with a friend.

GIMLI: Aye, I could do that.

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SAM: Do you remember The Shire, Mr. Frodo? It’ll be Spring soon, and the orchards will be in blossom, and the birds will be nestin’ in the hazel thicket, and they’ll be sowin’ the summer barley in the lower fields, and eatin’ the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?

FRODO: No Sam. I can’t recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, or the touch of grass, I’m naked in the dark.. there’s.. there’s nothing.. no vail.. between me, and the wheel of fire. I can see him with my waking eyes!

SAM: Then let us be rid of it, once and for all! Come on, Mr. Frodo. I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you! Come on!

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FRODO: How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand; there is no going back, there are some things that time cannot mend, some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.

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GANDALF: Farewell, my brave Hobbits. My work is now finished. Here at last, on the shores of the sea, comes the end of our fellowship. I will not say do not weep, for not all tears are an evil. … It is time, Frodo.

SAM: What does he mean?

FRODO: We set out to save The Shire, Sam, and it has been saved..but not for me.

SAM: You don’t mean that..you can’t leave.

FRODO, hands Sam the Red Book: The last pages are for you, Sam.

Frodo hugs Merry, then Pippin, and finally Sam, who he kisses on the forehead. He turns and walks towards Gandalf, who leads him onto the ship. Once on the ship, he turns and smiles back at his friends, and turns and walks away. The ship departs. Merry and Pippin begin to walk away, and Sam watches the ship leave.

Sam returns to the Shire, to his home, where he embraces his daughter and his wife

FRODO, voice over: My dear Sam, you cannot always be torn in two. You will have to be one, and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be and to do. Your part in the story will go on.

SAM: Well, I’m back.

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J.R.R. TOLKIEN: And the ship went out into the High Sea on into the West, until at last on a night of rain, Frodo smelled a sweet fragrance on the air and heard the sound of singing that came over the water. And then it seemed to him as in his dream in the house of Bombadil, the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise.

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Michael Sullivan Jr.: I saw then that my father’s only fear was that his son would follow the same road and that was the last time I ever held a gun. People always thought I grew up on a farm and I guess, in a way, I did. But I lived a lifetime before that, in those 6 weeks on the road, in the winter of 1931. When people ask me if Michael Sullivan was a good man or if there was just no good in him at all, I always give the same answer. I just tell them… he was my father.

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WALLACE: Sons of Scotland, I am William Wallace.

YOUNG SOLDIER: William Wallace is 7 feet tall.

WALLACE: Yes, I’ve heard. Kills men by the hundreds, and if he were here he’d consume the English with fireballs from his eyes and bolts of lightning from his arse. I am William Wallace. And I see a whole army of my countrymen here in defiance of tyranny. You have come to fight as free men, and free men you are. What would you do without freedom? Will you fight?

VETERAN SOLDIER: Fight? Against that? No, we will run; and we will live.

WALLACE: Aye, fight and you may die. Run and you’ll live – at least a while. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take our freedom.

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KING HENRY 5: This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall see this day and live old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispin’s:’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.’
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

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Peter Appleton testifies in Los Angeles before the House Committee on Un-American activities, after a having amnesia and living as Luke Trimble for a few months in Lawson.

PETER: But it occurs to me that there’s a bigger issue here today than whether I’m a Communist… Fact is, I’ve never been a man of great conviction. I never saw the percentage in it and quite frankly I suppose… lack of courage. You see I’m not like Luke Trimble. He had the market cornered on those things. I never met the guy but I feel like I’ve got to know him. The thing is, I can’t help wondering what he’d say if he were standing here right now.

(Faces in Lawson watch and listen.)

PETER: You know I think he’d probably tell you the America represented in this room is not the America he died defending.

(there is commotion in the hearing room).

PETER: I think he’d tell you your America is bitter and cruel and small.

(More commotion).

PETER: I know for a fact that his America was big, bigger than you can imagine with a wide open heart where every person has a voice even if you don’t like what they have to say.

(The chair of the committee begins calling the writer out of order, and repeats it throughout the rest of the speech).

PETER: If he were here I wonder how you’d explain, if you could explain to him what happened to his America…

CHAIRMAN: Mr. Appleton you are skating on the very thin edge of contempt.

PETER: That’s the first thing I’ve heard here today that I could completely agree with.

(His lawyer announces he will take the Fifth Amendment. The writer says he will not.)…

PETER: The fifth Amendment is out of the question. But there is another amendment I’d like to invoke. I wonder if anyone here is familiar with it.

(He reads from Adele’s copy of the Constitution)

PETER: Congress shall make no law respecting the establishment of a religion. or prohibit from free exercise … or abridge the freedom of speech or of the press or of the right of the people peaceably to assemble… That’s the first amendment Mr. Chairman. It’s everything we’re about. If only we’d live up to it; it’s the most important part of the contract every citizen has with this country. … not subject to renegotiation, not by you Mr. Chairman, not by you Mr. Clyde, not by anyone. Ever; too many people have paid for this contract…

(He holds up Luke’s war medal)

PETER: People like Luke Trimble and all the sons of Lawson California.

(Back in Lawson Adele cries. People listen in Mabel’s. Bob looks pleased. The old Man says “Damn right and they deserve better than this and all you boys do.” A tear falls down the check of the mayor.)

Back in hearing room.

PETER: When you get right down to it that’s all I really have to say to this committee…

He stands up and walks out while the chairman insists he has not been dismissed. The writer gets a hand of applause from the people in the hearing room that finally turns into cheering.

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In the house on the beach

JOEL: I really need to go. I should catch my ride.
CLEMENTINE: So go.
JOEL: I did. I walked out the door. I was too nervous. I thought, maybe you were a nut. But you were exciting. I felt like I was a scared little kid.
CLEMENTINE: You were scared?
JOEL: Yeah. I thought you knew that about me. I ran back to the bonfire, trying to outrun my humiliation.
CLEMENTINE: Was it something I said?
JOEL: Yeah, you said so go. Said it with such disdain you know?
CLEMENTINE: Oh I’m sorry.
JOEL: It’s ok.
CLEMENTINE: I wish you had stayed.
JOEL: I wish I had stayed too. I swear to god I wish I had stayed. I wish I had done a lot of things. I wish… I wish I had stayed.
[Walking out]
CLEMENTINE: Joel? What if you stayed this time?
JOEL: I walked out.
CLEMENTINE: Come back and make up a good-bye at least. Pretend we had one.

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JOEL: Wait!
She stops and turns.
CLEMENTINE: What, Joel? What do you want?
JOEL: (at a loss) I don’t know. (pause) Just wait. I just want you to wait for a while.
They lock eyes for a long moment: Clementine stone-faced, Joel with a worried, knit brow. Clementine cracks up.
CLEMENTINE: Okay.
JOEL: Really?
CLEMENTINE: I’m not a concept, Joel. I’m just a f’d up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. I’m not perfect.
JOEL: I can’t think of anything I don’t like about you right now.
CLEMENTINE: But you will. You will think on things. All I’ll get bored with you and feel trapped because that’s what happens with me.
JOEL: Okay.
CLEMENTINE: Okay.

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RUSTY: You look down, they know you’re lying and up, they know you don’t know the truth. Don’t use seven words when four will do. Don’t shift your weight, look always at your mark but don’t stare, be specific but not memorable, be funny but don’t make him laugh. He’s got to like you then forget you the moment you’ve left his side. And for God’s sake, whatever you do, don’t, under any circumstances…
LIVINGSTON: Rus?
RUSTY: Yeah?
LIVINGSTON: Come look at this?
RUSTY: Sure.

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REUBEN: Look, we all go way back and uh, I owe you from the thing with the guy in the place and I’ll never forget it.
DANNY: That was our pleasure.
RUSTY: I’d never been to Belize.

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BASHER: So unless we intend to do this job in Reno, we’re in barney.
[everyone pauses]
BASHER: Barney Rubble.
[they look bewildered]
BASHER: Trouble!

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RUSTY: God, I’m bored!
DANNY: You look bored.
RUSTY: I am bored!
[long pause]
RUSTY: How was the clink? You get the cookies I sent?
DANNY: Why do you think I came to see you first?

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LINUS: Hey, can I ask you something? You ever notice that…
RUSTY: If you’re gonna ask if you can ask me a question, give me time to respond. Unless you’re asking rhetorically, in which case the answer is obvious – yes.
LINUS: Okay, can I ask you…
RUSTY: Yes.
LINUS: Thanks. You ever notice that Tess looks…
RUSTY: Ooh, don’t ever ask that. Ever. Seriously. Not to anyone, especially not to her.
LINUS: Wait, why not?
RUSTY: Look, it’s not in my nature to be mysterious. But I can’t talk about it and I can’t talk about why.
[walks off]
LINUS: Oooooooooo.

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DANNY: What are you doing?
RUSTY: Sleeping. Why are you dressed?
DANNY: It’s 5:30, day of. Gotta go, let’s go!
RUSTY: It’s 11:30. The night before.
DANNY: [realizes he was given a prank wake-up call by Toulour]
RUSTY: Oh! Oh he’s mean. He’s just mean spirited. All right, how many espressos have you had?
DANNY: Five.

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WYLIE BURP: Just remember, Fievel – one man’s sunset is another man’s dawn. I don’t know what’s out there beyond those hills. But if you ride yonder… head up, eyes steady, heart open… I think one day you’ll find that you’re the hero you’ve been looking for.

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WOODRUFF: Ladies and gentlemen, our class valedictorian, Jack Charles Howell.

ERIC: Yo, Jack, go get ’em.

HOWELL: I got it, Eric. I’m cool… my speech. I don’t have very much time these days, so I’ll make it quick – like my life. You know, as we come to the end of this phase of our life, we find ourselves trying to remember the good times and trying to forget the bad times. And we find ourselves thinking about the future. We start to worry, thinking, “What am I gonna do? Where am I gonna be in ten years?”

But I say to you, “Hey, look at me.” Please, don’t worry so much, ’cause in the end none of us have very long on this earth. Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky, when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness turning night into day – make a wish; think of me. And make your life spectacular. I know I did.

I made it, Mom. I’m a grown-up.

Thank you.

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Bilbo Baggins: Look, I know you doubt me, I know you always have. You’re right, I often think of Bag End. I miss my books. And my armchair. My garden. See, that’s where I belong. That’s home. And that’s why I came back, cause you don’t have one. A home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back if I can.

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Gandalf: Saruman believes that it is only great power that can hold evil in check. But that is not what I have found; I found it is the small things, everyday deeds of ordinary folks, that keeps the darkness at bay. Acts of kindness and love. Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps it is because I am afraid, and he gives me courage.

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DR. PETER VENKMAN: This city is headed for a disaster of biblical proportions.
MAYOR: What do you mean, “biblical?”
DR. RAY STANTZ: What he means is Old Testament, Mr. Mayor, real wrath-of-God type stuff.
DR. PETER VENKMAN: Exactly.
DR. RAY STANTZ: Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies. Rivers and seas boiling.
DR. EGON SPENGLER: Forty years of darkness. Earthquakes, volcanoes…
WINSTON ZEDDEMORE: The dead rising from the grave.
DR. PETER VENKMAN: Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together – mass hysteria.

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Bilbo Baggins: Look, I know you doubt me, I know you always have. You’re right, I often think of Bag End. I miss my books. And my armchair. My garden. See, that’s where I belong. That’s home. And that’s why I came back, cause you don’t have one. A home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back if I can.

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Gandalf: Saruman believes that it is only great power that can hold evil in check. But that is not what I have found; I found it is the small things, everyday deeds of ordinary folks, that keeps the darkness at bay. Acts of kindness and love. Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps it is because I am afraid, and he gives me courage.

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