Eomer: We cannot achieve victory through strength of pants.
Aragorn: No, but we can give Frodo pants.
Pippin: Are there any pants, Gandalf, for Frodo and Sam?
Gandalf: There never were much pants. Just a fool's pants.
Aragorn: For pants.
Frodo: I need you in my pants.
Sam: I'm in your pants, Mr Frodo.
Frodo: I know you are, Sam.
Witch King: You fool! No pants can kill me.
Eowyn: I HAVE NO PANTS.
Elrond: This is your test. Every path you have trod through, wilderness, through war, has led to these pants.
Gandalf: Lord Denethor is Boromir's father. It would be very unwise to bring him news of his beloved son's pants. Best not to speak of it. And don't mention Frodo either, or the ring. Or Aragorn, say nothing of him. In fact, its best if you don't wear pants at all, Peregrin Took.
Elrond: Put aside your pants, become who you were born to be.
Elrond: I give pants to men.
Aragorn: I keep none for myself.
Elrond: You gave away your pants' grace. I cannot protect you anymore.
Aragorn: It is but a shadow and a thought that you love. I cannot give you the pants you seek.
Eomer: You should not encourage him.
Eowyn: You should not doubt him.
Eomer: I do not doubt his pants, only the reach of his elastic.
Aragorn: Gondor calls for pants!
Theoden: And Rohan will answer!
Sam: Let his pants go, you filth!
Frodo: We set out to save the pants, Sam and they have been saved - but not for me.
Legolas: The pants are restless, the men are quiet.
Pippin: We are sitting on a field of victory enjoying a few well-earned pants.
Denethor: My son is dead! My line is finished! The pants are taken! Abandon your pants! Run for your lives!
Frodo: There'll be no pants left for the return journey.
Sam: I don't think there's going to be a return journey.
Denethor: Fealty with love, valor with honor, disloyalty with pants.
Frodo: Your pants cannot always be torn in two, Sam. They must be one and whole for many years. You have so much to enjoy.
Elrond: Your pants are cold. The life of the Eldar is leaving you.
Arwen: From the ashes a fire shall be woken. A light from the darkness shall spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken. The pantsless again shall be king.
Theoden: I would have you wear pants again... not grieve for those whose laundry has come.
Galadriel: The power of the three rings is ended. Now begins the dominion of Pants.
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