"You have had your joke, and alarmed or offended most of your relations, and given the whole Shire something to talk about for nine days, or ninety-nine more likely. Are you going any further?"
"Yes, I am. I feel I need a holiday. a very long holiday, as I have told you before. Probably a permanent holiday; I don't expect I shall return. In fact, I don't mean to, and I have made all the arrangements."
"I am old, Gandalf. I don't look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed!' he snorted. 'Why I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can't be right. I need a change, or something."
"Gandalf looked curiously and closely at him. 'No, it does not seem right,' he said thoughtfully. 'No, after all I believe your plan is probably the best.'"
"'Well, I've made up my mind, anyway. I want to see mountains again, Gandalf-mountains"