James Nesbitt: Bofur

El hobbit: Un viaje inesperado

Bofur

Balin: It's just the usual; summary of out-of-pocket expenses, time required, remuneration, funeral arrangements, so forth.
Bilbo Baggins: Funeral arrangements?
[reads contract]
Bilbo Baggins: Oh, up to but not exceeding one fourteenth total profit if any. Seems fair. Present company shall not be liable for injuries including but not limited to laceration, evisceration... incineration?
Bofur: Oh, aye. He'll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye.
Balin: You all right, laddie?
Bilbo Baggins: Yeah, I'll be. Feel a bit faint
Bofur: Think furnace, with wings.
Bilbo Baggins: Yeah, I-I-I need air
Bofur: Flash of light, searing pain, then poof, you're nothing more than a pile of ash.
Bilbo Baggins: [long pause] Nope.
[faints]
Gandalf: Very helpful, Bofur.

[Bilbo attempts to sneak out of the cave while the company sleeps but is stopped by Bofur]
Bofur: Where do you think you're going?
Bilbo Baggins: Back to Rivendell.
Bofur: No. No. You can't turn back now. You're part of the company. You're one of us.
Bilbo Baggins: I'm not now, am I? Thorin said I should have never have come and he was right. I'm not a Took, I'm a Baggins. I don't know what I was thinking. I should never have run out my door.
Bofur: You're homesick. I understand.
Bilbo Baggins: No you don't. You don't understand. None of you do. You're Dwarves. You're use to this life, to living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere!
Bilbo Baggins: [Bofur's expression falls and immediately Bilbo realizes he has gone too far] I'my sorry, I didn't...
Bofur: [Bofur nods his head and looks around at the sleeping company] No you're right. We don't belong anywhere.
Bofur: I wish you all the luck in the world. I really do.
[He smiles and pats Bilbo's arm]

Bilbo Baggins: [as Dwarves start musically banging cutlery on the tables] Careful! You'll blunt them!
Bofur: [Amused] Oh, did you hear that, lads? He says we'll blunt the knives!
Dwarves: [Gleefully singing] Blunt the knives! Bend the forks! Smash the bottles and burn the corks! Chip the glasses and crack the plates! That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

[as the trolls are roasting half a dozen of the dwarves on a spit over a fire]
Bilbo Baggins: Wait, wait! You are making a terrible mistake!
Bert Troll: Eh?
Dori: You can't reason with them, they're half-wits!
Bofur: Half-wits? What does that make us?

Bilbo Baggins: [Grabbing a doily from Nori] Excuse me, that is a doily, not a dishcloth.
Bofur: But it's full of holes!
Bilbo Baggins: It's supposed to look like that, it's crochet.
Bofur: Oh, and a wonderful game it is too, if you've got the balls for it.