Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on! Give me your hand!

[crickets chirping]

[Poppy] What does a giant eat, anyway?

I am simply wondering what manner of man

[stammers] No... That's not how you...

[wind whistling]

[fire crackling]

[lift clicking, creaking]

[Dwarves laughing]

[metal clinking]

[in English] I'll rejoin you in Eregion.

[grunting frantically]

[whispering] It's not hot.

[Dwarves cheering]

So letting it lie is not an option.

In the unlikely event the Elf should win...

he will be banished from all Dwarven lands.

-That was one time. -He's something else.

Like I was supposed to find him. Me.

he could do nothing but stare into their depths.

Are you certain?

That is, until he showed up at our next survey.

[Dwarves chanting] Durin! Durin! Durin!

-[sighs] -What about the festival?

Durin! Durin! Durin! Durin! Durin!

[Disa] And I told you wee monsters to stay in bed.

I have pursued this foe since before the first sunrise bloodied the sky.

Úrë... Úrë...

-[shouts] Khazad! -[Dwarves] Dûm!

I can't carry him alone. Are you gonna help me or not?

[Prince Durin breathing heavily]

Cave-trolls and stalagmite spiders galore!

By what, I cannot say, but they were digging towards us.

[Disa] Gamli, please.

Nobody does. As far as I know.

And so much pain.

Why are you out here?