Boromir: Forgive me. I did not see it. I have failed you all.
Aragorn: No, Boromir. You fought bravely. You have kept your honor.
Boromir: Leave it. It is over. The world of Men will fall. And all will come to darkness and my city to ruin.
Aragorn: I do not know what strength is in my blood but I swear to you, I will not let the White City fall nor our people fail.
Boromir: Our people. Our people. I would have followed you, my brother. My captain. My king.
Aragorn: Be at peace... son of Gondor.
Legolas: Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed.
Gimli: And I suppose you think you are the one 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 Ring in the hands of an Elf! Never trust an Elf!
Gandalf: Do you not understand? While you bicker, Sauron's power grows! None can escape it! You'll all be destroyed!
Elrond: The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this.
Boromir: One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its Black Gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. The Great Eye is ever-watchful. It is a barren wasteland riddled with fire, and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with 10,000 men could you do this. It is folly.