Merry Quotes in The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)

Aragorn: Gentlemen, we do not stop 'til nightfall.

Pippin: What about breakfast?

Aragorn: You've already had it.

Pippin: We've had one, yes. What about second breakfast?

[Aragorn turns and walks away]

Merry: I don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip.

Pippin: What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn't he?

Merry: I wouldn't count on it.

Legolas: Lembas!

[nibbles a corner]

Legolas: One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man!

Merry: [to Pippin] How many did you eat?

Pippin: Four.

[burps]

Pippin: [to Elrond] Anyways, you need people of intelligence on this sort of... mission... quest... thing.

Merry: Well, that rules you out, Pip.

Pippin: Are we lost?

Merry: No.

Pippin: I think we are.

Merry: Shh. Gandalf's thinkin'.

Pippin: Merry?

Merry: What?

Pippin: I'm hungry.

Legolas: A lament for Gandalf...

[heard in the background]

Merry: What do they say about him?

Legolas: I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near.

Gandalf: [pointing to a tunnel] There!

Merry: He remembered!

Gandalf: No, but the air doesn't smell so foul here. If in doubt, Meriadoc, always follow your nose.

[Merry appears with a large jug of ale]

Pippin: What's that?

Merry: This, my friend, is a pint.

Pippin: It comes in pints?

Merry: [confirms while drinking]

Pippin: I'm getting one.

[Gandalf touches the stone surface of the walls of Moria]

Gandalf: Now, let's see... Ithildin. It mirrors only starlight and moonlight.

[moonlight shines on the wall, and the doors are revealed]

Gandalf: It reads: The doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter.

Merry: What d'you suppose that means?

Gandalf: Oh, it's quite simple. If you are a friend, you speak the password, and the doors will open.

Sam: Trust a Brandybuck and a Took.

Merry: What? That was just a detour, a shortcut.

Sam: Shortcut to what?

Pippin: Mushrooms!

[Merry and Pippin are leading the Uruks away from Frodo]

Pippin: It's working!

Merry: I know it's working! Run!

Merry: That black rider was looking for something. Or someone. Frodo?

[after falling down a hill]

Merry: I think I've broken something.

[pulls out a broken carrot]

[Aragorn and Hobbits are being harassed by marsh insects]

Merry: What do they eat when they can't get Hobbit?

Frodo: We must leave the Shire. Sam and I must get to Bree.

Merry: Right... Buckleberry Ferry! Follow me!

Theoden: Eomer. Take your Èored down the left flank. Gamling, follow the King's banner down the center. Grimbold, take your company right, after you pass the wall. Forth, and fear no darkness! Arise! Arise, Riders of Theoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered! A sword day... a red day... ere the sun rises!

Eowyn: [to Merry] Whatever happens, stay with me. I'll look after you.

[the King rides past his men, hitting their spears with his sword as he goes]

Theoden: Ride now!... Ride now!... Ride! Ride to ruin and the world's ending!

[He stops and faces Sauron's army]

Theoden: Death!

Rohirrim: [echoing] Death!

Theoden: Death!

Rohirrim: [echoing] Death!

Theoden: DEATH!

Eowyn, Merry: Death!

Theoden: Forth, Eorlingas!

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!

Merry: Are you going to leave me?

Pippin: No, Merry. I'm going to look after you.

Eowyn: Ride with me.

Merry: [smiles] My lady!

Pippin: But we'll see each other soon. Won't we?

Merry: I don't know. I don't know what is going to happen.

Pippin: Merry...

Gandalf: Run, Shadowfax. Show us the meaning of haste.

Pippin: Merry!

[Shadowfax gallops off, carrying Gandalf and Pippin away]

[singing]

Merry, Pippin: You can search far and wide. You can drink the whole town dry. But you'll never find a beer so brown as the one we drink in our hometown. You can drink your fancy ales. You can drink them by the flagon. But the only brew for the brave and tru-u-u-ue comes from the Green Dragon!

[Merry gives Pippin a tobacco pouch at their parting]

Pippin: The last of the Longbottom leaf?

Merry: I know you've run out. You smoke too much, Pip.

Merry: Why did you look? Why do you always have to look?

Pippin: I don't know. I can't help it.

Merry: You never can.

Pippin: I'm sorry, all right? I won't do it again.

Merry: Don't you understand? The enemy thinks you have the Ring. He's going to be looking for you, Pip. They have to get you out of here.

Pippin: And you... you're coming with me?

[Merry impatiently walks away]

Pippin: Merry?

Merry: Come on.

Merry: [triumphantly, as Barad-Dur crumbles] Frodo! Frodo!

Merry: Excuse me? I have a sword. Please accept it.

[kneels]

Merry: I offer you my service, Theoden King.

Theoden: [raises him to his feet] And gladly, I accept it. You shall be Meriadoc, Esquire of Rohan.

[Pippin drinks some Ent-draught, and grows in height]

Merry: You're taller.

Pippin: Who?

Merry: You!

Pippin: Than what?

Merry: Than *me*!

Pippin: I've always been taller than you.

Merry: Pippin, everyone knows *I'm* the tall one. *You're* the short one.

Pippin: Please, Merry. You're what, three-foot-six? At the most? Whereas me, I'm pushing three-seven, three-eight.

Merry: Three-foot-eight? You did something.

Treebeard: [after seeing the torn-down forest around Isengard] Saruman! A wizard should know better!

[loud yell]

Treebeard: There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of men for this treachery.

Pippin: Look, the trees! They're moving!

Merry: Where are they going?

Treebeard: They have business with the Orcs. My business is with Isengard tonight, with rock and stone.

[Ents emerge from the woods, following Treebeard]

Treebeard: Hroom, hm, come, my friends. The Ents are going to war. It is likely that we go to our doom. The last march of the Ents.

Treebeard: We have just agreed...

[Merry and Pippin lean in]

Merry: Yes?

Treebeard: I have told your names to the Entmoot, and we have agreed you are not Orcs.

Pippin: Well, that's good news.

[from extended version]

Merry: [watching Saruman look out at the ruin of Isengard from the tower] He doesn't look too happy, does he?

Pippin: Not too happy at all, Merry.

Merry: Still, I suppose the view would be quite nice from up there.

Pippin: Oh yes, it's a quality establishment. I hear the staff are VERY good.

Merry: Why are there so few of you, when you live so long? Are there Ent children?

Treebeard: [Sadly] Burárum. There have been no Entlings for a terrible long count of years.

Merry: Why is that?

Treebeard: We lost the Entwives.

Pippin: Oh, I'm sorry. How did they die?

Treebeard: Die? No. We *lost* them. And now, we cannot *find* them. I don't suppose you've seen Entwives in the Shire?

Merry: Can't say that I have. You, Pip?

Pippin: What do they look like?

Treebeard: Hrrooom... I... don't... remember... now.

[Pippin burps after drinking]

Merry: You just said something... treeish!

Merry: [of the Entmoot] It's been going for hours.

Pippin: They must have decided something by now.

Treebeard: Decided? No, we have just finished saying "Good Morning".

Merry: But it's night time already! You can't take forever!

Treebeard: Now, don't be hasty, master Meriadoc.

Merry: We're running out of time!

Treebeard: We Ents cannot hold back this storm. We must weather such things as we have always done.

Merry: How can that be your decision?

Treebeard: This is not our war.

Merry: But you're part of this world, aren't you?... You must help... please.

Merry: I think we might have made a mistake leaving the Shire, Pippin.

Merry: [to the suggestion of returning home] The fires of Isengard will spread, and the forests of Tuckborough and Buckland will burn. And all that was once great and good in this world will be gone. There won't *be* a Shire, Pippin.

Pippin: Merry?

Merry: What, Pip?

Pippin: I'm hungry.

Pippin: The closer we are to danger, the farther we are from harm. It's the last thing he'll expect.

Merry: Are you mad? We will be caught for sure.

Pippin: Not this time.