Dominic Monaghan: Merry

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

Merry

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.

[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.

[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.

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: 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: [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: 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.

[extended edition]
Ugluk: The prisoners go to Saruman, alive and unspoiled.
Grishnakh: Alive? Why alive? Do they give good sport?
[lashes his tongue]
Ugluk: They have something. An Elvish weapon. The master wants it for the war.
Peregrin "Pippin" Took: [whispers to Merry] They think we have the Ring.
Meriadoc "Merry" Brandybuck: Shh! As soon as they find out we don't, we're dead.

[extended edition; Merry and Pippin are in Fangorn Forest]
Meriadoc "Merry" Brandybuck: [looks around] Hello? Treebeard? Where's he gone?
Peregrin "Pippin" Took: I had the loveliest dream last night. There was this large barrel full of pipe weed, and we smoked all of it.
[Merry smiles]
Peregrin "Pippin" Took: And then... you were sick.
[Merry is not amused]
Peregrin "Pippin" Took: [leans back against a tree] I'd give anything for a whiff of Old Toby.