BILBO
I am old, Gandalf...
BILBO
I know I don’t look it, but I’m beginning to feel it in my heart.
BILBO
I feel thin ... sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday ... a very long holiday and I don’t expect I shall return ... in fact, I mean not to.
BILBO
Old Toby. The finest weed in the Southfarthing!

