'But Smeagol said he would be
very very good. Nice hobbit! He took cruel rope off Smeagol's leg. He speaks
nicely to me.'
'Very very good, eh, my precious? Let's be good, good as fish, sweet one, but
to ourselfs. Not hurt the nice hobbit, of course, no, no.'
'But the Precious holds the promise,' the voice of Smeagol objected.
'Then take it,' said the other, 'and let's hold it ourselfs! Then we shall be
master, gollum! Make the other hobbit, the nasty suspicious hobbit, make him
crawl, yes, gollum!'
'But not the nice hobbit?'
'Oh no, not if it doesn't please us. Still he's a Baggins, my precious, yes,
a Baggins. A Baggins stole it. He found it and he said nothing, nothing. We
hates Bagginses.'
'No, not this Baggins.'
'Yes, every Baggins. All peoples that keep the Precious. We must have it!'