Short cuts make long delays.

It comes in pints?

Oh! That was poetry!” said Pippin. “Do you really mean to start before the break of day?

I wish Merry was here,” he heard himself saying, and quick thoughts raced through his mind, even as he watched the enemy come charging to the assault. “Well, well, now at any rate I understand...

That’s what I meant,’ said Pippin. ‘We hobbits ought to stick together, and we will. I shall go, unless they chain me up. There must be someone with intelligence in the party.

Slowly the lights of the torches in front of Merry flicked and went out, and he was walking in a darkness; and he thought: ‘This is a tunnel leading to a tomb; there we shall...

If all the seven stones were laid out before me now, I should shut my eyes and put my hands in my pockets.

The closer we are to danger, the farther we are from harm.[Pippin, The Two Towers]

—all I can say of the matter, is—That he has either a pumkin for his head—or a pippin for his heart,—and whenever he is dissected ’twill be found so.