Treebeard: Little Orcs, burarum!
Pippin: It's talking, Merry! The tree is talking!
Treebeard: Tree? I am no tree! I am an Ent.
Merry: A Treeherder! A shepherd of the forest.
Pippin: Don't talk to it, Merry. Don't encourage it.
Treebeard: Treebeard, some call me.
Pippin: And whose side are you on?
Treebeard: Side? I am on nobody's side. Because nobody is on my side, little Orc. Nobody cares for the woods anymore.
Treebeard: We have just agreed..
[Pause]
Merry: Yes?
Treebeard: I have told your names to the Entmoot and we have agreed: you are not Orcs.
Pippin: Well that's good news.
Merry: And what about Saruman? Have you come to a decision about him?
Treebeard: Now, don't be hasty, Master Meriadoc.
Merry: Hasty? Our friends are out there. They need our help! They cannot fight this war on their own.
Treebeard: War, yes. It affects us all. But you must understand, young hobbit. It takes a long time to say anything in Old Entish, and we never say anything unless it is worth taking a long time to say.
Treebeard: The Ents cannot hold back this war. We must weather such things as we have always done.
Merry: How can that be your decision?
Treebeard: This is not our war.
Merry: But your part of this world! Aren't you? You must help. Please. You must do something.
Treebeard: You are young and brave, master Merry. But your part in this tale is over. Go back to your home. [Disillusioned, Merry puts his coat back on. Pippin tries to comfort him.]
Pippin: Maybe Treebeard's right. We don't belong here, Merry. It's too big for us. What can we do in the end? We've got the Shire. Maybe we should go home.
Merry:[With sudden insight]
The fires of Isengard will spread. And the woods of Tuckborough and Buckland will burn. And... and all that was once green and good in this world will be gone. There won't be a Shire, Pippin.
Treebeard: I will leave you at the western borders of the forest. You can make your way north to your homeland from there.
Pippin: Wait! Stop! Stop! Turn around. Turn around. Take us south!
Treebeard: South? But that will lead you past Isengard.
Pippin: Yes. Exactly. If we go south we can slip past Saruman unnoticed. The closer we are to danger, the farther we are from harm. It's the last thing he'll expect.
Treebeard: Hmmmm. That doesn't make sense to me. But then, you are very small. Perhaps you're right. South it is then. Hold on, little Shirelings. I always like going south. Somehow it feels like going downhill.
Merry: [to Pippin] Are you mad? We'll be caught.
Pippin: No, we won't. Not this time.
[Treebeard walks into an open area, where every tree has been brutally cut down.]
Treebeard: OH! Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I have known from nut and acorn.
Pippin: I'm sorry, Treebeard.
Treebeard: They had voices of their own. Saruman. A wizard should know better!
[Treebeard lets out a powerful call that reverberates throughout Fangorn.]
Treebeard: [With wrath]: There is no curse in Elvish, Entish or the tongues of men for this treachery! My business is with Isengard tonight. With rock and stone.
[The Ents come marching out of the forest, ready to take Isengard.]
Merry: Yes!
Treebeard: Rárum-rum! Come my friends. The Ents are going to war. It is likely that we go to our doom. The last march of the Ents.
[At Isengard, the Ents are having a field day. They rip the place apart. Saruman looks on in disbelief.]
Treebeard: A hit. A fine hit. Break the dam! Release the river!
Merry: Pippin, hold on!
Treebeard: Hold on, little hobbits!