Бильбо

What... have I got... in my pocket?

That's not fair... That's not fair! It's against the rules! Ask us another one!

No, no. You said, 'ask me a question.' Well, That is my question. 'What Have I Got In My Pocket?'

It must give us three guesses, precious! It must give us three!

Three guesses, very well. Guess away!

Handses!

Wrong. Try again.

I've got fishses bones, goblinses bones, bat's wings, food... Knife! Oh, shut up!

Wrong again. Last guess.

String... or nothing!

Two guesses at once. Wrong both times.

Ooooooohhh...

Lost! Curse us and splash us! My precious is lost!

What have you lost?

Mustn't ask us! Not its business! Noooo... Gollum! Gollum! What has it got in its nasty little pocketses? He stole it. He stole it!

Do you think he'll come?

Who?

Gandalf.

He wouldn't miss a chance to let off his Whizpoppers. He'll give us quite a show, you'll see.

I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure.

An adventure? No, I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures.

You've changed, and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins.

I'm sorry, do I know you?

Well, you know my name, although you don't remember I belong to it. I'm Gandalf. And Gandalf means me.

Shove this in the hallway. Otherwise we'll never get everyone in.

Everyone? How many more are there?

They took wagers on whether or not you'd turn up. Most of them bet that you wouldn't.

And what did you think?

Well, My dear fellow, I never doubted you for a second.

Everything all right? Gandalf, where are you going?

To seek the company of the only one around here who's got any sense.

And who's that?

Myself, Mr. Baggins.

I did not come to steal from you, O Smaug the Unassessably Wealthy. I merely wanted to gaze upon your magnificence, to see if you really were as great as the old tales say. I did not believe them.

And do you, now?

Truly, tales and songs fall utterly short of your enormity, O Smaug the Stupendous...

Do you think flattery will keep you alive?

No, no...

No, indeed!

You've changed, Bilbo Baggins. You're not the same Hobbit as the one who left the Shire...

I was going to tell you... I found something in the Goblin tunnels.

Found what? What did you find?

My courage.

Good... well, that's good. You'll need it.

You think you can deceive me, Barrel-Rider? You have come from Lake Town! This is some sordid scheme hatched between these filthy dwarves and those miserable tub-trading Lakemen, those snivelling cowards with their Longbows and Black Arrows! Perhaps it is time I paid them a visit!

Oh, no... This isn't their fault! Wait! You cannot go to Lake Town!

You care about them, do you? Good! Then you can watch them die!

And what's that above it?

The Arkenstone.

And what is it?

That, Master Burglar, is why you are here.

You are being used, Thief in the Shadows. You were only ever a means to an end. The coward Oakenshield has weighed the value of your life and found it worth nothing...

No. No! You're lying!

And what about your little dwarf friends? Where are they hiding?

Dwarves... No. No dwarves here. You've got that all wrong.

Oh, I don't think so, Barrel-Rider! They sent you in here to do their dirty work, while they skulk about outside!

Truly, you are mistaken, O Smaug Chiefest and Greatest of All Calamities...

You have nice manners for a thief, and a liar!

You shouldn't have done that. It's bad luck.

I don't believe in luck. We make our own luck.