Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you've spoken to the darkness in bitter watches of the night. When all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you. A hutch to trammel some wild thing. So fair. So cold. Like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill.
Eowyn: Your words are poison!
Grima: He is not welcome.
Theoden: Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow?
Grima: A just question my liege. Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear. Lathspell I name you. Ill-news is an ill guest.
Gandalf: Be silent! Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm.
Grima: His staff. I told you to take the wizard's staff!
Gandalf: Theoden! Son of Thengel. Too long have you sat in the shadows.
Gimli: I would stay still if I were you.
Gandalf: Hearken to me. I release you... from this spell.
Theoden:You have no power here... Gandalf the Grey! Argh!
Gandalf: I will draw you, Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound
Gandalf: Be silent. Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm.
(Takes out his staff. Grima backs away in shock)
Grima: His staff. I told you to take the wizard's staff.
(Rohan guards try to tackle Gandalf, but Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli knock them out.)