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.
Arwen: Why do you fear the past? You are Isildur's heir, not Isildur himself. You are not bound to his fate.
Aragorn: The same blood flows in my veins. The same weakness.
Arwen: Your time will come. You will face the same evil. And you will defeat it. (A si i-Dhúath ú-orthor, Aragorn.) The Shadow does not hold sway yet. (Ú or le a ú or nin.) Not over you... not over me.
Aragorn: Gentlemen, we do not stop till nightfall.
Pippin: What about breakfast?
Merry: You've already had it.
Pippin: We've had one, yes. What about second breakfast?
Merry: Don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip.
Pippin: What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn't he?
Merry: I wouldn't count on it.
Sam: If I take one more step... it'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been.
Frodo: Come on, Sam. Remember what Bilbo used to say: "It's a dangerous business, Frodo. Going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."
Gandalf: What can you see? Can you see anything?
Frodo: Nothing. There's nothing. Wait. There are markings. It's some form of Elvish. I can't read it.
Gandalf: There are few who can. The language is that of Mordor, which I will not utter here.
Gandalf: In the common tongue, it says:
One Ring to rule them all,
one Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all
and in the darkness bind them.