Frodo: Why do you do that?
Sam: What?
Frodo: Call him names. Run him down all the time.
Sam: Because. 'Cause that's what he is, Mr. Frodo. There's naught left in him but lies and deceit. It's the Ring he wants. It's all he cares about.
Frodo: You have no idea what it did to him, what it's still doing to him. I want to help him, Sam.
Sam: Why?
Frodo: Because I have to believe he can come back.
Sam: You can't save him, Mr. Frodo.
Gollum: We wants it. We needs it. Must... have... the preciouss. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false.
Smeagol: No. Not master.
Gollum: Yes, precious. False! They will cheat you, hurt you, lie.
Smeagol: Master's my friend.
Gollum: You don't have any friends. Nobody likes you.
Smeagol: Not listening. I'm not listening.
Gollum: You're a liar, and a thief.
Smeagol: No.
Gollum: Mur-der-er.
Smeagol: Go away.
Gollum: Go away?!? (Laughs manically.)
Smeagol: I hate you. I hate you.
Gollum: Where would you be without me? Gollum, Gollum. I saved us. It was me. We survived because of me.
Smeagol: Not... anymore. (Sits up.)
Gollum: What did you say?
Smeagol: Master looks after us now. We don't need you.
Gollum: What?
Smeagol: Leave now, and never come back.
Gollum: Nooo!
Smeagol: Leave now, and never come back.
Smeagol: leave now, and never come back!
Smeagol: We... We told him to go away, and away he goes precious. Gone, gone, gone! Smeagol is free
Kit: *taps foot*
Sam: Whats to ruin? Theres hardly any meat on em.
Sam: What we need is a few good taters
Gollum: What’s taters, preciousss? What’s taters uh?
Sam: PO-TAY-TOES! Boil em. Mash em. Stick em in a stew. Lovely big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish...
Smeagol: Pbbbttt!!
Sam: Even you couldn’t say no to that.
Smeagol: Oh yes we could! Spoil nice fish... <scrambles up close to Sam> Give it to usss rrrawrring... and wrrriggling! You keep nasty chips
Sam: You’re hopeless.
Sam: Mr Frodo?
Sam: Who are they?
Sméagol: Wicked men, servants of Sauron. They are called to Mordor. The Dark One is gathering all armies to him. It won't be long now. He will soon be ready.
Sam: Ready to do what?
Sméagol: To make His war. The last war that will cover all the world in shadow.
Frodo: We've got to get moving. C'mon Sam.
Sam: Mr. Frodo! Look! It's an Oliphant! No one at home will believe this.
Frodo: Sméagol?
Frodo: We've lingered here too long. C'mon Sam!