'You do not know your danger, Théoden,' interrupted Gandalf. 'These hobbits will sit on the edge of ruin and discuss the pleasures of the table, or the small doings of their fathers, grandfathers, and great-grandfathers, and remoter cousins to the ninth degree, if you encourage them with undue patience.
Dwalin: — We have to get out of here.
Oin: — We can't. We have no ponies. They bolted.
Radagast: — I'll draw them off.
Gandalf: — These are Gundabad Wargs. They will outrun you.
Radagast: — These are Rhosgobel rabbits. I'd like to see them try.
You're a very fine person, Mr. Baggins. And I'm very fond of you. But you're only quite a little fellow... in a wide world after all.
Tell me, friend... When did Saruman the wise abandon reason for madness?!
I was talking aloud to myself. A habit of the old: they choose the wisest person present to speak to; the long explanations needed by the young are wearying.
