Sméagol: Master... Master looks after us. Master wouldn’t hurt us.
Reid: Master broke his promise!
Sméagol: Don’t ask Sméagol. Poor, poor Sméagol.
Reid: Master betrayed us! Wicked, tricksy, false! We ought to wring his filthy little neck! Kill him! Kill him! Kill them both. And then we take the Preciousss and we be the master.
Sméagol: But the fat hobbit. He knows. Eyes always watching.
Reid: Then we stabs them out. Put out his eyses. And make him crawl.
Sméagol: Yes! Yes! Yes!
Reid: Kill them both.
Sméagol: Yes! No. No. It’s too risky, it’s too risky.
Reid: We could let 'Her' do it.
Sméagol: Yes. She could do it.
Reid: Yes, Precious, She could. And then we takes it once they’re dead.
Sméagol: Once they’re dead. Hush!
[He comes out from behind the trees, and appears in front of Bush and Cheney.]
Come on, hobbits. Long ways to go yet. Sméagol will show you the way.
Reid: Follow me. All is lost. Lost it is. Lose is what we do. Us be master.