Хоббит: Бильбо против троллей

What's the matter?

wəts ðə ˈmætər?

We're supposed to be looking after the ponies.

wɪr səˈpoʊzd tɪ bi ˈlʊkɪŋ ˈæftər ðə ˈpoʊniz.

Only we've encountered a slight problem.

ˈoʊnli wiv ɪnˈkaʊnərd ə slaɪt ˈprɑbləm.

We had sixteen.

wi hæd ˈsɪkˈstin.

Now there's fourteen.

naʊ ðɛrz ˌfɔrˈtin.

Daisy and Bungle are missing.

ˈdeɪzi ənd bungle ər ˈmɪsɪŋ.

What? Well, that's not good. And that is not good at all. Shouldn't we tell Thorin?

wət? wɛl, ðæts nɑt gʊd. ənd ðət ɪz nɑt gʊd æt ɔl. ˈʃʊdənt wi tɛl thorin?

Uh, No. Let's not worry him. As our official burglar, we thought you might like to look into it.

ə, noʊ. lɛts nɑt ˈwəri ɪm. ɛz ɑr əˈfɪʃəl ˈbərglər, wi θɔt ju maɪt laɪk tɪ lʊk ˈɪntu ɪt.

Well, IT looks as if something big uprooted these trees.

wɛl, ɪt lʊks ɛz ɪf ˈsəmθɪŋ bɪg əˈprutɪd ðiz triz.

That was our thinking.

ðət wɑz ɑr ˈθɪŋkɪŋ.

It's something very big, and possibly quite dangerous.

ɪts ˈsəmθɪŋ ˈvɛri bɪg, ənd ˈpɑsəbli kwaɪt ˈdeɪnʤərəs.

Hey! There's a light.

heɪ! ðɛrz ə laɪt.

Over here! Stay down.

ˈoʊvər hir! steɪ daʊn.

What is it?

wət ɪz ɪt?

Trolls.

troʊlz.

He's got Myrtle and Minty! I think they're going to eat them, we have to do something.

hiz gɑt ˈmərtəl ənd minty! aɪ θɪŋk ðɛr goʊɪŋ tɪ it ðɛm, wi hæv tɪ du ˈsəmθɪŋ.

Yes, you should. Mountain trolls are slow and stupid, and you're so small. They'll never see you.

jɛs, ju ʃʊd. ˈmaʊntən troʊlz ər sloʊ ənd ˈstupɪd, ənd jʊr soʊ smɔl. ðɛl ˈnɛvər si ju.

Me? Me? No. No. No.

mi? mi? noʊ. noʊ. noʊ.

It's perfectly safe!

ɪts ˈpərfəktli seɪf!

We'll be right behind you. If you run into trouble, hoot twice like a barn owl, once like a brown owl.

wɪl bi raɪt bɪˈhaɪnd ju. ɪf ju rən ˈɪntu ˈtrəbəl, hut twaɪs laɪk ə bɑrn aʊl, wəns laɪk ə braʊn aʊl.

Twice like a barn owl, hoot twice like a brown... Uh, are you sure this is a good idea?

twaɪs laɪk ə bɑrn aʊl, hut twaɪs laɪk ə braʊn... ə, ər ju ʃʊr ðɪs ɪz ə gʊd aɪˈdiə?

Mutton yesterday, mutton today. And blimey, if it don't look like mutton again tomorrow.

ˈmətən ˈjɛstərˌdeɪ, ˈmətən təˈdeɪ. ənd blimey, ɪf ɪt doʊnt lʊk laɪk ˈmətən əˈgɛn təˈmɑˌroʊ.

Quit your griping. These ain't sheep! These is West nags!

kwɪt jʊr ˈgraɪpɪŋ. ðiz eɪnt ʃip! ðiz ɪz wɛst nægz!

Oh! I don't like horse. I never have. Not enough fat on them.

oʊ! aɪ doʊnt laɪk hɔrs. aɪ ˈnɛvər hæv. nɑt ɪˈnəf fæt ɔn ðɛm.

Well, it's better than a leathery old farmer. All skin and bone he was. I'm still picking bits of him out of me teeth.

wɛl, ɪts ˈbɛtər ðən ə ˈlɛðəri oʊld ˈfɑrmər. ɔl skɪn ənd boʊn hi wɑz. əm stɪl ˈpɪkɪŋ bɪts əv ɪm aʊt əv mi tiθ.

Well, that's lovely, that is. A floater.

wɛl, ðæts ˈləvli, ðət ɪz. ə ˈfloʊtər.

Oh! Might improve the flavor!

oʊ! maɪt ˌɪmˈpruv ðə ˈfleɪvər!

Ah! There's more where that came from.

ɑ! ðɛrz mɔr wɛr ðət keɪm frəm.

Oh, no you don't! Sit down!

oʊ, noʊ ju doʊnt! sɪt daʊn!

I hope you're going to gut these nags? I don't like the stinky parts.

aɪ hoʊp jʊr goʊɪŋ tɪ gət ðiz nægz? aɪ doʊnt laɪk ðə ˈstɪŋki pɑrts.

I said sit down!

aɪ sɛd sɪt daʊn!

I'm starving. Are we having horse tonight or what?

əm ˈstɑrvɪŋ. ər wi ˈhævɪŋ hɔrs təˈnaɪt ər wət?

Shut your cake hole! You'll eat what I'll give you!

ʃət jʊr keɪk hoʊl! jul it wət aɪl gɪv ju!

How come he is the cook? Everything tastes the same. Everything tastes like chicken.

haʊ kəm hi ɪz ðə kʊk? ˈɛvriˌθɪŋ teɪsts ðə seɪm. ˈɛvriˌθɪŋ teɪsts laɪk ˈʧɪkən.

Except the chicken.

ɪkˈsɛpt ðə ˈʧɪkən.

Wrap your loganbie around that, mate. Huh? Good isn't it?

ræp jʊr loganbie əraʊnd ðət, meɪt. hə? gʊd ˈɪzənt ɪt?

Aah! Blimey! Bert! Bert, look what's come out of me hooter! It's got arms and legs and everything!

ɑ! blimey! bərt! bərt, lʊk wəts kəm aʊt əv mi ˈhutər! ɪts gɑt ɑrmz ənd lɛgz ənd ˈɛvriˌθɪŋ!

What is it?

wət ɪz ɪt?

I don't know, but I don't like the way it wriggles around!

aɪ doʊnt noʊ, bət aɪ doʊnt laɪk ðə weɪ ɪt wriggles əraʊnd!

What are you then? An oversized squirrel?

wət ər ju ðɛn? ən ˈoʊvərˌsaɪzd skwərəl?

I'm a burglar, ah...hobbit!

əm ə ˈbərglər, ah...hobbit!

A burglar-hobbit?

ə burglar-hobbit?

Can we cook him??

kən wi kʊk ɪm??

We can try!

wi kən traɪ!

He wouldn't make more than a mouthful. Not when he's skinned and boned!

hi ˈwʊdənt meɪk mɔr ðən ə ˈmaʊθˌfʊl. nɑt wɪn hiz skɪnd ənd boʊnd!

Perhaps there's more burglar-hobbits around these parts. Might be enough for a pie!

pərˈhæps ðɛrz mɔr burglar-hobbits əraʊnd ðiz pɑrts. maɪt bi ɪˈnəf fər ə paɪ!

Grab him!

græb ɪm!

He's too quick!

hiz tu kwɪk!

Oah, come here! you little... Gotcha! Are there any more of you little fellas hiding where you shouldn't?

oah, kəm hir! ju ˈlɪtəl... ˈgɑʧə! ər ðɛr ˈɛni mɔr əv ju ˈlɪtəl ˈfɛləs ˈhaɪdɪŋ wɛr ju ˈʃʊdənt?