Ага, а вот, помолясь гуглу всеведущему, имеем протокол оригинального варианта:
[after being captured stealing the weapons the dwarves are brought before the Master]
Master of Lake-town: What is the meaning of this?
Braga: We caught 'em stealing weapons, Sire.
Master of Lake-town: Ah! Enemies of the state, huh?
Alfrid: A desperate bunch of mercenaries, if ever there was, Sire.
Dwalin: Hold your tongue!
[Dwalin takes a step closer]
Dwalin: You do not know to whom you speak. This is no common criminal. This is Thorin. Son of Thráin, son of Thrór!
[Thorin steps out to stand beside Dwalin]
Thorin: We are the dwarves of Erebor. We have come to reclaim our homeland.
[upon this revelation the towns people murmur amongst themselves]
Thorin: I remember this town in the great days of old. Fleets of boats lay at harbor, filled with silks and fine gems. This was no forsaken town on a lake. This was the center of all trade in the north!
[he turns to face the people gathered around them]
Thorin: I would see those days return. I would relight the great forges of the dwarves and send wealth and riches flowing once more from the halls of Erebor!
[the crowd cheers]
Bard: Death! That is what you'll bring upon us.
[Bard pushes through the crowd and walks towards Thorin]
Bard: Dragonfire and ruin. If you awaken that beast, it will destroy us all.
Thorin: You can listen to this naysayer, but I promise you this; if we succeed all will share in the wealth of the mountain.
[the crowd looks pleased to hear this]
Thorin: You will have enough gold to rebuild Esgaroth ten times over!
[the crowd cheers and Bard turns to face them]
Bard: All of you! Listen to me, you must listen! Have you forgotten what happened to Dale? Have you forgotten those who died in the firestorm? And for what purpose?
[he turns to look at Thorin]
The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug The blind ambition of a Mountain King, so driven by greed, he could not see beyond his own desire!
Master of Lake-town: Now. Now. We must not, any of us, be too quick to lay blame. Let us not forget, that it was Girion, Lord of Dale, your ancestor, who failed to kill the beast. Hm!
Alfrid: It's true, Sire. We all know the story. Arrow after arrow, he shot. Each one missing its mark.
[Bard takes a step closer to Thorin]
Bard: You have no right. No right to enter that mountain.
Thorin: I have the only right.
[Thorin turns to face the Master]
Thorin: I speak to the Master of the men of the lake. Will you see the prophecy fulfilled? Will you share in the great wealth of our people?
[the Master hesitates]
Thorin: What say you?
Master of Lake-town: I say unto you...welcome!
[the crowd cheers]
Master of Lake-town: Welcome and rise! Welcome, King Under the Mountain!
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Да они там все чего-то курили на съемках, чего вы от них хотите 
Вот Фриман подтверждает
Это была шутка юмора, есличе  |
Истинно, во всякой шутке есть доля шутки.
