Bilbo Baggins: Good Morning.
Gandalf: What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning or mean that it is a good morning weather I want it to be or not or that you feel good this morning or that it is a morning to be good on?
Bilbo Baggins: All of them at ounce I suppose.
Bilbo Baggins: In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort.
Kili: [the ground suddenly begins to split beneath them during the thunder battle, with each brother jumping to a different side of the crack as it widens] What's happening?
Fili: [Reaches desperately towards his brother] Kili, grab my hand! Ki...
Kili: [a look of terror cross his face as the cliff face his brother is on moves further away] Fili!