Sam : What we need is a few good taters.
Gollum : What’s taters, precious? What’s taters, eh?
Sam : Po-tay-toes. Boil ‘em, mash ‘em, stick ‘em in a stew. Lovely big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish.
Sam : Even you couldn’t say no to that.
Gollum : Oh yes we could. Spoilin’ nice fish. Give it to us raw and wrigglin’. You keep nasty chips.
Sam : You’re hopeless.
