"[to Becky] These coils are my life. Two years I'm down here working with them and they're making their own music and it was lost on me and I was never able to appreciate it, until I met you. And I heard you talking about music on your radio show... [sighs] I'm sappy."

"No, no, this is not happening, I taste sour in my mouth."

"[to Balthazar] Are you insane? [Balthazar thinks, then holds up his fingers an inch apart] Little bit. Okay."

"It's the coolest job ever."

"A job so great, it's magic."

"What happened to "don't touch anything?""

"Dave? You should run."

"Love, is a distraction. Sorcery requires complete focus. Let's go Thunder and Lightning, there's more to learn."

"This is the Merlin Circle. It focuses your energy. Helps you master new spells. It is where you will learn the Art. Step inside, you leave everything else behind. Once you enter, there is no going back."

"The war between Sorcerers was fought in the shadows of history, and the fate of mankind rested with the just and powerful Merlin. He told his secrets to three trusted apprentices, Balthazar, Veronica, and Horvath. He should have trusted only two..."

"It's okay. I have to go into town anyway to get your anti-itch cream."

"Craig Parker - Haldir"

"You haven't aged a day."

"Keep it secret. Keep it safe."

"Do not take me for some conjurer of cheap tricks! I am not trying to rob you! ... I'm trying to help you."

"My dear Frodo. Hobbits really are amazing creatures. You can learn all that there is to know about their ways in a month and yet, after a hundred years, they can still surprise you."

"Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next time, and rid us of your stupidity!"

"You cannot pass! I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the Flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you, Flame of Udûn! Go back to the shadow. YOU... SHALL NOT... PASS!"

"Fly, you fools!"

"The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it."

"In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged, in secret, a Master Ring to control all others. And into this Ring he poured all his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One Ring to rule them all."

"History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the Ring passed out of all knowledge."

"Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East — whispers of a nameless fear."

"For the time will soon come when Hobbits will shape the fortunes of all."

"Farewell, Frodo Baggins. I give you the Light of Eärendil, our most beloved star. May it be a light for you in dark places, when all other lights go out."

"I am old, Gandalf. I know I don't look it, but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart. I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday, a very long holiday. And I don't expect that I shall return. In fact, I mean not to."

"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've thought of an ending for my book. "And he lived happily ever after...to the end of his days.""

"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, and the Great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire, ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly!"

"Boromir: I would have followed you, my brother...my captain...my king."

"Elrond: Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you've been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction; none can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom."

"Gimli: Soon, Master Elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves: roaring fires, malt beer, red meat off the bone."

"Sam: Let him go! Or I'll have you, longshanks!"

"Saruman: Concealed within his fortress, the Lord of Mordor sees all. His gaze pierces cloud, shadow, earth, and flesh. You know of what I speak, Gandalf. A Great Eye, lidless, wreathed in flame."

"Sauron: You cannot hide. I see you! There is no life in the void...only death."

"Sauron: Build me an army worthy of Mordor!"

"Strider: That is no mere trinket you carry."