Christopher Lee: Saruman (extended edition)
Saruman : You have fought many wars and slain many men, Theoden King, and made peace afterwards. Can we not take council as we once did, my old friend? Can we not have peace?
Theoden : We shall have peace... We shall have peace, when you answer for the burning of the Westfold, and the children that lie dead there! We shall have peace, when the lives of the soldiers whose bodies were hewn even as they died against the gates of the Hornberg, are avenged! When you hang from a gibbit for the sport of your own crows...! We shall have peace.
Saruman : Gibbits and crows! DOTARD! What do *you* want, Gandalf Greyhame? Let me guess. The key of Orthanc? Or perhaps the keys of Barad-Dur itself? Along with the crowns of the seven kings and the rods of the five wizards?
Gandalf : Your treachary has already cost many lives. Thousands more are now at risk, but you could save them Saruman. You were deep in the enemy's council.
Saruman : So you have come here for information. I have some for you.
[he reveals his palantir]
Saruman : Something festers in the heart of Middle-Earth. Something that you have failed to see. But the Great Eye has seen it. Even now he presses his advantage. His attack will come soon. You're all going to die. But you know this don't you, Gandalf?
Saruman : You cannot think that this Ranger will ever sit upon the throne of Gondor. This exile, crept from the shadows, will never be crowned king. Gandalf does not hesistate to sacrifice those closest to him, those he professes to love. Tell me... what words of confort did you give the halfling before you sent him to his doom? The path that you have set him on can only lead to death.
Gimli : I've heard enough."
Gimli : "Shoot him. Stick an arrow in his gob.
[Legolas goes to do so]
Gandalf : No. Come down Saruman, and your life will be spared.
Saruman : Save your pity and your mercy; I have no use for it!
[he fires at Gandalf, who emerges unscathed from the flames]
Gandalf : Saruman, your staff is broken.
Saruman : What is the house of Rohan but a thatched barn where brigands drink in the reek and rats roll on the floor with the dogs? The victory at Helm's Deep does not belong to you, Théoden, horsemaster! You are a lesser son of greater sires.
Theoden : Grima, you are not always as you are, now. You were once a man of Rohan. Come down.
Saruman : A man of Rohan? What is the house of Rohan, but a thatched barn where Brigands drink in the reek and the rats roll on the floor with the dogs? Victory at Helm's Deep does not belong to you Théoden, Horse Master. You are a Lesser Son of Greater Sires.