The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies

— They want to bury him.
— Yes.
— If this is love, I do not want it. Take it from me. Please. Why does it hurt so much?
— Because it was real.

— It... I picked it up in Beorn's garden.
— You've carried it all this way?
— I'm gonna plant it in my garden. In Bag End.
— It's a poor prize to take back to the Shire.
— One day, it'll grow. And every time I look at it, I'll remember. Remember everything that happened, the good, the bad... and how lucky I am that I made it home.

If more people valued home above gold this world would be a merrier place.

If any of you are ever passing Bag End, uh tea is at 4. There's plenty of it. You are welcome anytime.

— You would steal from me?
— Steal from you? No, I may be a burglar, but I like to think I'm an honest one.

— My Lord Legolas… I bring word from your Father. You are to return to him immediately.
— Come, Tauriel!
— My Lord… Tauriel is banished.
— Banished? You may tell my father... if there is no place for Tauriel, there is no place for me.
— Legolas. It is your king's command.
— Yes, he is my King… …but he does not command my heart.

I say we stand with our men in life and in death.

— My people offered you help. And in return, you brought upon them only ruin and death.
— When did Lake-town come to our aid but for the promise of rich reward?
— A bargain was struck!
— A bargain? What choice did we have but to barter our birthright for blankets and food? To ransom our future in exchange for our freedom? You call that a fair trade?

— You will not turn away. Not this time.
— Get out of my way.
— The Dwarves will be slaughtered.
— Yes, they will die. Today... tomorrow... one year hence, a hundred years from now. What does it matter? They are mortal.
— You think your life is worth more than theirs, when there is no love in it? There is no love in you.

I will not stand down before any Elf. Not least this faithless Woodland sprite. He wishes nothing but ill upon my people. If he chooses... to stand between me and my kin. I'll split his pretty head open! See if he's still smirking then.

You sit here in these vast halls... with a crown upon your head... and yet you are lesser now than you have ever been.

We are sons of Durin. And Durin's Folk do not flee from a fight!