Wild men: Burn!
Saruman :It will begin with the Rohan. Too long have these peasants stood against you, but no more.
Morwen: Eothain, Eothain. You take your sister. You'll go faster with just two.
Freda: Papa says Eothain must not ride Garulf. He is too big for him.
Morwen: Listen to me. You must ride to Edoras and raise the alarm. Do you understand me?
Eothain: Yes, mama.
Freda: I don't want to leave. I don't want to go, Mama.
Morwen: Freda, I will find you there. Quickly. Go child.
Saruman :Rohan, my lord, is ready to fall
Grima: why do you lay these troubles on a ready troubled mind? Can you not see your uncle is wearied by your malcontend? your warmongering?
Eomer: Warmongering? *rams grima against the wall* how long is it since Saruman bought you? What was the promise price, Grima? When all the men are dead you would take your share of the treasure?