Bilbo: My dear Bagginses and Boffins... Tooks and Brandybucks... Grubbs, Chubbs... Hornblowers... Bolgers... Bracegirdles... and Proudfoots.

Proudfeet: Proudfeet!

Bilbo: Today is my 111th birthday! But alas, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable Hobbits. I don't know half of you half as well as I should like and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve. I, uh... I have things to do. I've put this off far too long. I regret to announce this is the end! I'm going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell. Goodbye.

(Puts on the ring and disappears...)