The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King2003

[The following only appears in the Extended Edition]

Saruman:
You have fought many wars and slain many Men, Théoden king, and made peace afterwards. Can we not take council together as we once did, my old friend? Can we not have peace, you and I?

Théoden:
We shall have peace. We shall have peace, when you answer for the burning of the Westfold, and the children that lie dead there! We shall have peace, when the lives of the soldiers, whose bodies were hewn even as they lay dead against the Gates of the Hornburg, are avenged! When you hang from a gibbet, for the sport of your own crows, we shall have peace!

Saruman:
Gibbets and crows?! Dotard! [to Gandalf] What do you want, Gandalf Greyhame? Let me guess. The Key of Orthanc? Or perhaps the keys of Barad-dûr itself, along with the crowns of the Seven Kings, and the rods of the Five Wizards!

Gandalf the White:
Your treachery has already cost many lives. Thousands more are now at risk. But you could save them, Saruman. You were deep in the enemy's council.

Saruman:
So you have come here for information? I have some for you. [holds out the Palantír] Something festers in the heart of Middle Earth. Something that you have failed to see. But the Great Eye has seen it. Even now, he presses his advantage. His attack will come soon. You are all going to die. But you know this, don't you, Gandalf? [indicates Aragorn] You cannot think that this Ranger will ever sit upon the Throne of Gondor! This exile, crept from the shadows, will never be crowned king! Gandalf does not hesitate to sacrifice those closest to him, those he professes to love. Tell me, what words of comfort did you give the halfling, before you sent him to his doom? The path that you have set him on can only lead to death.

Gimli:
I've heard enough! [to Legolas] Shoot him, stick an arrow in his gob!

Gandalf the White:
No. Come down, Saruman, and your life will be spared.

Saruman:
Save your pity and your mercy! I have no use for it! [shoots a ball of fire from his staff at Gandalf, who emerges unharmed]

Gandalf the White:
[sternly] Saruman! Your staff is broken! [as he speaks, Saruman's staff shatters in his hands. From behind him, Gríma Wormtongue appears]

Théoden:
Gríma! You need not follow him. You were not always as you are now. You were once a Man of Rohan! Come down.

Saruman:
"A Man of Rohan"? What is the House of Rohan, but a thatched barn, where brigards drink in the reek, and their brats roll on the floor with the dogs?! The victory at Helm's Deep does not belong to you, Théoden Horse Master! You are a lesser son of greater sires!

Théoden:
[to Gríma] Gríma, come down. Be free of him.

Saruman:
Free?! He will never be free!

Gríma Wormtongue:
No.

Saruman:
Get down, cur! [hits him across the face]

Gandalf the White:
Saruman! You were deep in the enemy's council. Tell us what you know.

Saruman:
You withdraw your guard and I will tell you where your doom will be decided. I will not be held prisoner here!

[From behind him, Gríma suddenly stabs him the back numerous times. Legolas shoots him with an arrow to the heart, killing him, while Saruman topples from Orthanc to his death on a spiked wheel below]