Gollum: It's ours, our's!
Smeagol: We must get the cookies, we must get them back!
Gollum: Patience, patience my love!
Gollum: What's it saying my precious my love, is smeagol, losing his nerve?
Smeagol: No not, smeagol hates nasty hobbitses, smeagol wants to see them... ...dead!
Gollum: And you will my precious my love.
Smeagol: We will lead them up the winding stair!
Gollum: Yes the stairs and then?
Smeagol: Up, up, up, up, up, up, the stairs we goes, until we come to, the tunnel.
Gollum: And when they go in, there's no coming out!
Gollum: She hungers for sweeter meats, hobbit meats, all she ever gets are filthy Orcses.
Smeagol: And they doesn't taste very nice does they precious?
Gollum: No, not very nice at all my love!
Gollum: And when she throws away the bones and the empty clothes, then we will find it...
Smeagol: ...And TAKES THE COOKIES FOR MEEEEE!
Gollum: FOR US!
Smeagol: Yes yes, we meant for us!
Gollum: The Cookies, will be ours, once the hobbits are dead!
Sam: You little lying maggot cookie stealer, I'll stove your head in!
Smeagol: MASTER HELPS US!
Frodo: Sam, no!
Sam: Frodo, I can't do this any longer, I can't sleep knowing that this maggot is going to steal our cookies while we sleep.
Frodo: Sam, we can't do this alone!
Sam: But our cookies!
Frodo: Sam, come on smeagol!