(Bilbo takes the tea off the fire with a towel.)
Gandalf: So you mean to go through with your plan, then.
Bilbo: Yes, yes. It's all in hand. All the arrangements are made. (Gandalf opens the lid on the pot) Oh, thank you.
Gandalf: Frodo suspects something.
Bilbo: Of course he does. He's a Baggins! Not some block-headed Bracegirdle from Hardbottle.
Gandalf: You will tell him, won't you?
Bilbo: Yes, yes.
Gandalf: He's very fond of you.
Bilbo: I know. He'd probably come with me if I asked him. I think in his heart, Frodo's still in love with the Shire. The woods, the fields. Little rivers. I am old, Gandalf. I know I don't look it, but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart. (he starts to finger the Ring in his pocket. Gandalf notices this but keeps silent. Bilbo sits down and joins Gandalf at the table) I feel thin. Sort of stretched like butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday. A very long holiday. And I don't expect I shall return. In fact, I mean not to.
(Gandalf and Bilbo sit outside Bag End, each with a pipe in their mouth. They are looking at the field where the party is to be held, the tents are set up and lanterns are lighted as night approaches.)
Bilbo: Old Toby. The finest weed in the Southfarthing.
(Bilbo blows a ring of smoke. Gandalf smiles and blows a ship of smoke, sailing trough the smoke ring that Bilbo made)
Bilbo: Gandalf, my old friend this will be a night to remember.
(A huge firework explodes ever the party field below, showering the crowd in sparks, which disappear right before they hit the Hobbits. A lot of Hobbits dance, eat, drink and talk with each other)
Bilbo: Hello, hello. Fatty Bolger.Llovely to see you! Welcome, welcome!
(Frodo is dancing, and so is Rosie. Sam is watching from his seat, looking at Rosie whistfully. Frodo sits down beside him.)
Frodo: Go on Sam! Ask Rosie for a dance.
Sam: I think I'll just have another ale.
Frodo: Oh, no, you don't. Go on!
(Frodo pushes Sam onto the dancefloor and into Rosie's arms, as he gets up to get his ale. Frodo laughs at Sam's attempt on dancing. Gandalf lets another set of fireworks off, which take the form of arrows flying through the air)
(Bilbo is sitting in front of a group of hobbit children, telling one of his stories of his adventures. The children listen in apprehension.)
Bilbo: So there I was, at the mercy of three monstrous trolls! And they were all arguing amongst themselves about how they were going to cook us. Whether it be turned on a spit or whether they should sit on us one by one and squash us into jelly.
(Gandalf is seen dancing with the hobbits, sticking out like as sore thumb.)
Bilbo: They spent so much time arguing the withertos and the whyfors, that the sun's first light cracked over the top of the trees. . . poof!
(The hobbit children gasp and jump a little)