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Gandalf: are the pants safe; are they secret? Frodo: err...gandalf you're ment to say 'ring'
Gandlaf: i know what i was ment to say, you fool of a pant
Lol! Well, I might as well let fly ( no pun intended ) with a few lines:
Sam: Mr. Frodo? It’s the Pants, isn’t it?
Frodo: They're getting heavier.
Uglúk: What is it? What do you smell?
Maúhur: <sniffs the air> Man-pants.
Saruman: Who now has the strength to stand against the pants of Isengard and Mordor? To stand against the pants of Sauron and Saruman and the union of the two trousers?
Éomer: Pants are running freely across our lands. Unchecked. Unchallenged. Killing at will. Pants bearing the whitehand of Saruman.
Legolas: They run as if the very pants of their masters were behind them.
Legolas: You would die before your pants fell!
Gollum: Master should be resting. Master needs to keep up his pants.
Smeagol: Master looks after our pants now. Gollum: You don't have any pants!
Smeagol:
***************************************************************** Saruman: Tonight. The land shall be covered with the pants of Rohan!
100,000 orcs:
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Gollum: Where is it, where is it? those thieves, they stole our pants, and we wants them.
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Smeagol: But the fat hobbit, he knows. Wears big pants all the time...
Gollum: Then we take them's from it, make him crawl butt naked, then we wear the pants!
****************************************************************** Theoden: (to eowyn) I know your pants....
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Farewell old pants and worn out fly
Though they're blest since here I lie
and here with lissom limbs I run
beneath the moon, beneath the sun
Pants of good and pants of fell,
Some so fair I cannot tell.
Though all to ruin fell my pants
and then I went on this old rant,
Re-made into a better pair
I hope to God they do not tear
The dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea-
All my new pants were meant to see.
Farewell old pants and worn out fly
Though they're blest since here I lie
and here with lissom limbs I run
beneath the moon, beneath the sun
Pants of good and pants of fell,
Some so fair I cannot tell.
Though all to ruin fell my pants
and then I went on this old rant,
Re-made into a better pair
I hope to God they do not tear
The dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea-
All my new pants were meant to see.