Pippin 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.

[Frodo puts out a campfire]

Pippin: Oh... That's nice. Ash on my tomatoes!

[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.

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!

Gandalf: [after failing to open the magical doors of Moria] I once knew every spell in all the tongues of Elves... Men... and Orcs.

Pippin: What are you going to do, then?

Gandalf: Knock your head against these doors, Peregrin Took! And if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will try to find the opening words.

Elrond: Nine companions. So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring.

Pippin: Great! Where are we going?

[Frodo has been stabbed by a Morgul-blade]

Pippin: Is he going to die?

Aragorn: He is passing into the Shadow World. He'll soon become a wraith like them.

Pippin: I didn't think it would end this way.

Gandalf: End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path... One that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass... And then you see it.

Pippin: What? Gandalf?... See what?

Gandalf: White shores... and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.

Pippin: [smiling] Well, that isn't so bad.

Gandalf: [softly] No... No it isn't.

Denethor: Can you sing, Master Hobbit?

Pippin: Well... yes. At least, well enough for my own people. But we have no songs for great halls and... evil times.

Denethor: And why should your songs be unfit for my hall? Come, sing me a song.

[pause]

Pippin: [sings] Home is behind, the world ahead... And there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight... Mist and shadow, cloud and shade, all shall fade... all... shall... fade...

[from extended version]

Pippin: [to himself] What were you thinking, Peregrin Took? What service could a Hobbit offer such a great lord of men?

Faramir: [approaching] It was well done. Generous deeds should not be checked by cold council. You are to join the tower guard?

Pippin: I didn't think they would find any livery that would fit me.

Faramir: It once belonged to a boy of the citadel. A very foolish one; who spent many hours slaying dragons instead of attending to his studies.

Pippin: This was yours?

Faramir: Yes, it was mine. My father had it made for me.

Pippin: Well, I'm taller than you were then. Though I'm not likely to grow anymore... except sideways.

[they laugh]

Faramir: Never fitted me either. Boromir was always the soldier. They were so alike, he and my father. Proud... stubborn, even. But strong.

Pippin: I think you have strength, of a different kind. And one day your father will see 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.

Pippin: Is there any hope, Gandalf, for Frodo and Sam?

Gandalf: There never was much hope. Just a fool's hope.

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.

Pippin: [singing to Denethor as Faramir leads the charge] Home is behind, the world ahead... and there are many paths to tread... Through shadow... To the edge of night... Until the stars are all alight... Mist and shadow, cloud and shade... All shall fade... all... shall... fade.

Pippin: Gandalf, forgive me.

Gandalf: Look at me. What did you see?

Pippin: A tree. There was a white tree in a courtyard of stone. It was dead. The city was burning.

Gandalf: Minas Tirith? Is that what you saw?

Pippin: I saw... I saw him. I can hear his voice in my head.

Gandalf: What did you tell him? Speak!

Pippin: He asked me my name. I didn't answer. He hurt me.

Gandalf: What did you tell him about Frodo and the Ring?

[scene cuts to later]

Gandalf: There was no lie in Pippin's eyes. A fool... but an honest fool, he remains. He told Sauron nothing of the Ring. We've been strangely fortunate. Pippin saw in the Palantir a glimpse of the enemy's plan. Sauron moves to strike Minas Tirith.

Pippin: [kneeling] I offer you my service, such as it is, in payment of this debt.

Denethor: This is my first command to you. How did you escape, and my son did not, so mighty a man as he was?

Pippin: The mightiest man may be slain by one arrow... and Boromir was pierced by many.

Gandalf: Get up. My Lord, there will be a time to greive for Boromir, but it is not now. War is coming. The enemy is on your doorstep. As steward, you are charged with the defense of this city. Where are Gondor's armies? You still have friends. You are not alone in this fight. Send word to Theoden of Rohan. Light the Beacons.

Gandalf: [During the siege of Gondor] Peregrin Took! Go back to the Citadel!

Pippin: [dazed] They called us out to fight.

Gandalf: This is no place for a Hobbit!

[He lays about him with his sword and staff; an Orc rushes up behind him and Pippin kills it. Gandalf looks at Pippin]

Gandalf: [impressed] Guard of the Citadel indeed!

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.

Pippin: Here do I swear fealty and service to Gondor. In peace or war. In living or dying. F... f... from this hour henceforth, until my lord release me... or death take me.

Denethor: And I shall not forget it. Nor fail to reward that which is given. Fealty with love, valor with honor, disloyalty with vengeance.

Denethor: He is burning... already burning.

Pippin: He's not dead! He's not dead!

[Denethor drags him out]

Pippin: No! No! He's not dead! Stop!

Denethor: Farewell, Peregrin, son of Paladin... I release you from my service. Go now and die in what way seems best to you.

Gandalf: Faramir? This is not the first halfing to have crossed your path.

Faramir: No.

Pippin: You've seen Frodo and Sam?

Gandalf: Where? When?

Faramir: In Ithilien. Not two days ago. Gandalf, they're taking the road to the Morgul Vale.

Gandalf: And then the pass of Cirith Ungol.

Pippin: What does that mean? What's wrong?

Gandalf: Faramir, tell me everything.

Pippin: It's so quiet.

Gandalf: It's the deep breath before the plunge.

Pippin: I don't want to be in a battle. But waiting on the edge of one I can't escape is even worse.

Pippin: How far is Minas Tirith?

Gandalf: Three days' ride, as the Nazgul flies, and you'd better hope we don't have one of those on our tail.

Pippin: [pulls sword from scabbard] So I imagine this is just a... ceremonial possession? I mean, they don't actually expect me to do any fighting... Do they?

Gandalf: You're in the service of the Steward now. You'll have to do as you're told, Peregrin Took.

[shakes his head]

Gandalf: Guard of the Citadel.

Pippin: But we have the White Wizard. That's got to count for something.

[Gandalf is fighting and sees a moth. He looks up to see... ]

Pippin: Eagles! The eagles are coming!

Pippin: It's the tree. Gandalf! Gandalf!

Gandalf: Yes the white tree of Gondor. The tree of the King. Lord Denethor, however, is not the king. He is a steward only, a caretaker of the throne.

Pippin: [Pippin walks into the room to find the now-insane Denethor preparing to burn Faramir and himself alive on a funeral pyre] He's not dead.

[shrieks in alarm]

Pippin: HE'S NOT DEAD!

[Pippin bolts forward and starts to frantically pull the bundle of sticks away from the pyre]

[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.

Treebeard: Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I had known from nut or acorn.

Pippin: I'm sorry, Treebeard.

Treebeard: They had voices of their own. Saruman! A wizard should know better!

[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.

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!

Pippin: And whose side are you on?

Treebeard: Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little Orc.

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.

Pippin: [of Treebeard] It's talking, Merry. The tree is talking.

Pippin: [of Treebeard] Don't talk to it, Merry. Don't encourage it.

Pippin: [after Gandalf has read the dwarves' book in moria]

[panicked]

Pippin: Gandalf, I don't want to stay here!

Gandalf: [soothingly] We're going now, Pippin.