John Rhys-Davies: Gimli
Gimli : Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?
[after Legolas single-handedly takes out an Oliphant and its drivers]
Gimli : That still only counts as one.
Gimli : Well, this is a thing unheard of. An Elf would go underground, where a Dwarf dare not. Oh, I'd never hear the end of it.
Pippin : I feel like I'm back at the Green Dragon.
Merry : [through a mouthful of food] Mm. Green Dragon.
Pippin : A mug of ale in my hand, putting my feet up on a settle after a hard day's work.
Merry : Only, you've never done a hard day's work.
[They laugh; Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli ride up. Merry stands and gives an exaggerated bow]
Merry : Welcome, my lords, to Isengard!
Gimli : You young rascals! A merry hunt you've led us on, and now we find you... feasting and... and *smoking.*
Pippin : We are sitting on a field of victory enjoying a few well-earned comforts.
[Merry blows a smoke ring]
Pippin : The salted pork is particularly good.
Gimli : [eagerly] Salted pork?
Gandalf : [exasperated] Hobbits.
Merry : We're under orders from Treebeard, who has taken over management of Isengard.
Treebeard : [as they walk toward the tower] Hroom, young Master Gandalf! I'm relieved that you've come. Wood and water, stock and stone I can master, but there's a wizard to manage here. Locked his tower.
Aragorn : Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth! Let justice be done upon him!
The Mouth of Sauron : My master, Sauron the Great, bids thee welcome. Is there any in this rout with authority to treat with me?
Gandalf : We do not come to treat with Sauron, faithless and accursed. Tell your master this: the armies of Mordor must disband. He is to depart these lands, never to return.
The Mouth of Sauron : Ahh, old Greybeard. I have a token I was bidden to show thee.
[Pulls out Frodo's mithril vest and throws it at them]
Pippin : [whispers] Frodo...
Gandalf : Silence.
Merry : No!
Gandalf : Silence!
The Mouth of Sauron : The halfling was dear to thee, I see. Know that he suffered greatly at the hands of his host. Who would've thought one so small could endure so much pain? And he did, Gandalf, he did.
[pause; Aragorn rides towards the Mouth of Sauron]
The Mouth of Sauron : And who is this? Isildur's heir? It takes more to make a King that a broken Elvish blade...
[Aragorn cuts off the Mouth of Sauron's head with one stroke of Anduril]
Gimli : I guess that concludes negotiations.
Aragorn : [to Gandalf] I do not believe it! I will not!
[in a drinking game]
Gimli : It's the Dwarves that go swimming with little, hairy woman.
Legolas : I feel something. A slight tingle in my fingers. I think it's affecting me.
Gimli : What did I say? He can't hold his liquor.
[Gimli passes out]
Legolas : [to Eomer who is watching] Game over.
Gandalf : He's suffered a defeat, yes, but... behind the walls of Mordor, our enemy is regrouping.
Gimli : Let him stay there. *Let him rot!* Why should we care?
Gandalf : Because ten-thousand Orcs now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom. I've sent him to his death.
Aragorn : No. There is still hope for Frodo. He needs time... and safe passage across the plains of Gorgoroth. We can give him that.
Gimli : How?
Aragorn : Draw out Sauron's armies. Empty his lands. Then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate.
Eomer : We cannot achieve victory through strength of arms.
Aragorn : Not for ourselves. But we can give Frodo his chance if we keep Sauron's Eye fixed upon us. Keep him blind to all else that moves.
Legolas : A diversion.
Gimli : Certainty of death, *small* chance of success... What are we waiting for?
Gandalf : Sauron will suspect a trap. He will not take the bait.
Aragorn : [knowingly] No, I think he will.
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.
Gimli : There's plenty for the both of us, may the best Dwarf win.
[Aragorn readies to take the Paths of the Dead. He leads his horse towards the entrance and passes by Gimli, who stops him]
Gimli : Where do you think you're going?
Aragorn : Not this time, Gimli. This time you must stay.
[Legolas walks up to them, leading his horse]
Legolas : Have you learned nothing of the stubbornness of Dwarves?
Gimli : You may as well accept it. We're going with you, laddy.
Gimli : What kind of army would linger in such a place?
Legolas : One that is cursed. Long ago the men of the mountain swore an oath to the last king of Gondor, to come to his aid, to fight. But when the time came, when Gondor's need was dire, they fled, vanishing into the darkness of the mountain. And so Isildur cursed them, never to rest until they had fulfilled their pledge. Who shall call them from the gray twilight, the forgotten people?
Aragorn : [to the corsair ships] You may go no further! You will not enter Gondor.
Captain : Who are you to deny us passage?
Aragorn : Legolas, fire a warning shot past the bosun's ear.
Gimli : Mind your aim!
[Legolas aims; Gimli knocks the bow as he shoots and the arrow kills the bosun]
Gimli : Oh! That's it, right! We warned you! Prepare to be boarded!
[the corsairs laugh]
Captain : Boarded! By you and whose army?
Aragorn : *This* army.
[the army of the dead charges through him and onto the ships]
Gimli : They had no honor in life. They have none now in death.
[Aragorn is looking toward the paths of the dead, when Gimli interrupts]
Gimli : Aragorn, let's find some food.