— A friendship with Saruman is not lightly thrown aside. One ill turn deserves another. It is over. Embrace the power of the Ring... or embrace your own destruction!
— There is only one Lord of the Ring. Only one who can bend it to his will. And he does not share power.
The world is changing. Who now has the strength to stand against the armies of Isengard and Mordor? To stand against the might of Sauron and Saruman and the union of the two towers? Together, Lord Sauron, we shall rule this Middle-Earth. The old world will burn in the fires of industry. Forests will fall. A new order will rise. We will drive the machinery of war with the sword and the spear and the iron fist of the Orcs. We now have only to remove those who oppose us.
We must join with Him, Gandalf. We must join with Sauron. It would be wise, my friend.
— Radagast? Do not speak to me of Radagast the Brown. He's a foolish fellow.
— Well, he's odd, I grant you. He lives a solitary life.
— It's not that. It's his excessive consumption of mushrooms. They've addled his brain and yellowed his teeth. I've warned him. It is unbefitting one of the lstari to be wandering the woods...
— What proof do we have this weapon came from Angmar's grave?
— I have none.
— Because there is none. Let us examine what we know. A single Orc pack... has dared to cross the Bruinen. A dagger from a bygone age has been found. And a human sorcerer who calls himself "The Necromancer"... has taken up residence in a ruined fortress. It's not so very much after all. The question of this Dwarvish company, however, troubles me deeply. I'm not convinced, Gandalf. I do not feel I can condone such a quest. If they'd come to me, I might have spared them this disappointment. I do not pretend to understand your reason for raising their hopes.