[Frodo, followed by Sam, repel down a cliff.]

Sam: "Can you see the bottom?"

Frodo: "No! Don't look down, Sam! Just keep going!"

[A box falls from Sam's pocket.]

Sam: "Oh! Catch it! Grab it, Mister Frodo!"

[Frodo grabs the box, but slips and falls.]

Frodo: "I think I've found the bottom."

[Sam reaches the bottom.]

Sam: "Bogs and rope, and goodness knows what. It's not natural. None of it."

Frodo: "What's in this?"

Sam: "Nothing. Just a bit of seasonin'. I thought maybe if we was having a roast chicken one night or somethin'."

Frodo: "Roast chicken?"

Sam: "You never know."

Frodo: "Sam! My dear Sam."

Sam: "It's very special, that. It's the best salt in all the Shire."

Frodo: "It is special. It's a little bit of home."

[Frodo examines the hanging rope.]

Frodo: "We can't leave this for someone to follow us down."

Sam: "Who's gonna follow us down here, Mister Frodo? It's a shame really. Lady Galadriel gave me that. Real Elvish Rope. Well, there's nothing for it. It's one of my knots. Won't come free in a hurry."

[Sam tugs on the rope. The knot loosens and the rope falls around the Hobbits.]

Frodo: "Real Elvish rope?"