PO-TATE-OES
Boil'em, Mash'em, Stick'em in a stew!






SAM
What we need is a few good taters.


GOLLUM
What’s taters, preciousss? What’s taters
uh?

SAM
PO-TAY-TOES! Boil ‘em. Mash ‘em. Stick
‘em in a stew. Lovely big golden chips
with a nice piece of fried fish....


SMÉAGOL
[Sticks out his tongue in disgust] Pbbbttt!!


SAM
Even you couldn’t say no to that. [He
takes a sip of the stew]

SMÉAGOL
Oh yes we could! Spoil nice fish...
[scrambles up close to Sam] Give it
to usss rrraw... and wrrriggling! [Makes
sickeningly happy face.] You keep nasty
chips. [Hops away]

SAM
You’re hopeless.

[Frodo follows the source of the sound.
Sam suddenly notices that Frodo is no
longer in his sight.]