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Oh, don't worry, I know who you really are. I'm never off your website. Thought you'd be wearing the hat.

That wasn't my hat.

[to John] I hardly recognized him without the hat.

It wasn't my hat.

I love the blog, too, Dr. Watson.

Oh, cheers.

Some people who aren't geniuses have an amazing ability to stimulate it in others.

So if you have what you say you have, I will make you rich. If you don't, I'll make you into shoes.

You never complained about my methods before.

I'm not complaining.

You're not? What do you call this?

How am I complaining? I never complain. When do I complain about you practicing the violin at three in the morning? Or your mess, your general lack of hygiene, or the fact that you steal my clothes?

We have a barter system.

When do I complain about you setting fire to my rooms?

Our rooms.

When do I ever complain that you experiment on my dog?

Our dog.

He had a great many secrets.

Not from me.

Especially from you.

I've never retired something that was born before.

What's the difference?

To be born is to have a soul, I guess.

Are you telling me no?

I wasn't aware there was an option, madame.

Attaboy.

[K walks to the door]

Hey! You've been getting on fine without one.

What's that, madame?

A soul.

What's the use of having and owning a race car if you don't drive it?

What do you want me to do with this?

That? Destroy it. Incinerate it.

You don't want to keep it?

Pepper, I've been called many things. Nostalgic is not one of them.

Your flight was scheduled to leave an hour and a half ago.

It's funny, I though with it being my plane and all that it would just wait for me to get there.

Don't ever, ever, ever, ask me to do anything like that, ever again!

I don't have anyone but you.

Got a family?

Yes, and I will see them when I leave here. And you, Stark?

No.

No? So you're a man who has everything... and nothing.

You made a promise to the people of Laketown. Now, is this treasure truly worth more than your honor? Our honor, Thorin, I was also there. I gave my word.

For that, I am grateful. It was nobly done. But the treasure in this mountain does not belong to the people of Laketown. This gold is ours. And ours alone. By my life, I will not part with a single coin. Not one piece of it.

The King's Jewel...

And worth a King's ransom... how is this yours to give?

I took it as my one-fourteenth share of the treasure.

Why would you do this? You owe us no loyalty.

I'm not doing it for you. I know that dwarves can be obstinate and pigheaded and difficult. They're suspicious and secretive, with the worst manners imaginable. But they are also brave and kind, and loyal to a fault. I've grown very fond of them, and I would save them if I can.

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.

There is no love in you.