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What happens if I press these numbers, here?

Excuse me?

These numbers, one through nine. If I press seven of them will someone talk to me through the ear part up here?

Uh... yeah.

Okay. I'll take three.

You must've known you'd see me again.

I was counting on it. Just didn't plan on it being so soon.

[Hux looking at Snoke's body]

What happened?

The girl murdered Snoke.

Kylo looking at ship's damages]

What happened?

She took Snake's escape craft.

This is not going to go the way you think!

What happened, John?... We were professionals. Civilized.

Do I look civilized to you?

Inspector, what strange happening compels you to my door, but embarrasses you to relate?

Who said anything happened?

You did. By every means short of actual speech.

What happened last night, something happened to me, something I've not really experienced before.

Yes, you said. Fear. 'Sherlock Holmes got scared,' you said.

No, no, no. It was more than that, John. It was doubt. I felt doubt. Always been able to trust my senses, the evidence of my own eyes, until last night.

Mr. Stark! What happened over there?

I had my eyes opened. I came to realize that I have more to offer this world than just making things that blow up. And that is why, effective immediately, I am shutting down the weapons manufacturing division of Stark Industries until such a time as I can decide what the future of the company will be.

What is going on here?

Let's face it, this is not the worst thing you've caught me doing.

Are those bullet holes?

For lack of a better option, Dummy is still on fire safety. If you douse me again, and I'm not on fire, I'm donating you to a city college.

[performs test successfully, then lands. Dummy raises its extinguisher arm hopefully]

Please don't follow me around with it either because I feel like I'm gonna catch on fire spontaneously. Just stand down. If something happens, then come in.

What is that in your hand?

It's nothing.

Show me!

[Bilbo opens his hand, revealing an acorn]

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.

It appears we have lost our burglar. Probably for the best. The odds were always against us. After all, what are we? Merchants, miners, tinkerers, toy-makers. Hardly the stuff of legend.

There are a few warriors amongst us.

Old warriors.

I would take each and every one of these Dwarves over an army from the Iron Hills.

Whatever happens, stay with me. I'll look after you.

Hold your ground, hold your ground! Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!

What's happening out there?

Shall I describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you a box?