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I am surrounded by dwarves! What are they doing here?

Oh, they're quite a merry gathering. Once you get used to them.

No. No. You can't turn back now. You're part of the company. You're one of us.

I'm not now, am I? Thorin said I should have never have come and he was right. I'm not a Took, I'm a Baggins. I don't know what I was thinking. I should never have run out my door.

You're homesick. I understand.

No you don't. You don't understand. None of you do. You're Dwarves. You're use to this life, to living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere! ... I'my sorry, I didn't...

No you're right. We don't belong anywhere. I wish you all the luck in the world. I really do.

Just where do you think you're off to?

Not this time. This time you must stay, Gimli.

Have you learned nothing of the stubbornness of Dwarves?

You may as well accept it. We're going with you, laddie.

You rob to support a drug habit. I do drugs to support a robbery habit.

Hey Baby, you know it's funny. Even though I heard it so many times in the court case, I still can't get used to the fact that your real name is Miles.

What the hell is going on up there?

I was gonna ask you the same question.

You know about my men?

I heard that they attacked a DEA agent. Why would they do that?

I didn't order this, and my men would never do this on their own. Someone gave the go-ahead.

Are you accusing me?

I'm just saying they wouldn't act on their own.

I am not in the habit of picking my own pocket.

I'm not used to people sticking around when things go bad.

Dobby is used to death threats, sir. Dobby gets them five times a day at home.

Mom, I messed up with the Bowens yesterday. I made you a promise. I couldn't keep it.

Well, it's nothing new for you, Oliver. I know you and I have had our difficulties, but despite all my many mistakes, I always thought that you and I had a connection. So can you imagine… Just imagine, after being granted the miracle of having my child returned to me… That you seem to have little or no interest in being with me or telling me the truth.

Let me tell you something, my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane. It's got no use on the inside. You'd better get used to that idea.

You picked up some terrible habits from your friend, Brandt. The worst of them being that you still believe you can control any outcome.

Thought you said you didn't drink.

What, you think a man can't pick up a new habit?