The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug

— Dad... Why are there Dwarves climbing out of our toilet?
— Will they bring us luck?

— Oh, I've had enough of this lippy Lakeman. I say we throw him over the side and be done with it.
— Bard, his name's Bard.
— How do you know?
— Uh, I asked him.

I have walked there sometimes. Beyond the forest and up into the night. I have seen the world fall away and the white light of forever fill the air.

— Why did you do that? You promised to set him free.
— And I did. I freed his wretched head from his miserable shoulders.

— It's bad luck.
— I don't believe in luck. We make our own luck.

– All light is sacred to the Eldar. But Wood Elves love best the light of the stars.
– I always thought it is a cold light. Remote and far away.
– It is memory... precious and pure. Like your promise.

— Did he offer you a deal?
— He did. I told him he could go ish kakhfe ai-'d dEIr-rugnu! Him and all his kin!

The lord of the silver fountains.
The King of carven stone.
The King beneath the mountain
shall come into his own!
And the bell shall ring in gladness
at the Mountain King's return.
But all shall fail in sadness.
And the lake will shine and burn.

We've been blind, Radagast. And in our blindness... the Enemy has returned.

You cannot be her. She is far away. She is far... far away from me. She walks in starlight in another world.

— Aren't you going to search me? I could have anything down my trousers.
— Or, nothing.

I have traveled far with these Dwarves through great danger and if Thorin Oakenshield gives his word... then he will keep it.