"What is it?" growled Sam, misinterpreting the signs. "What's the need to sniff? The stink nearly knocks me down with my nose held. You stink, and master stinks; the whole place stinks."
"Yes, yes, and Sam stinks!" answered Gollum. "Poor Smeagol smells it, but good Smeagol bears it. Helps nice master." (2)

"Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's tater, precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes," said Sam. "…If you turn over a new leaf, and keep it turned, I'll cook you some taters one of these days. I will: fried fish and chips served by S. Gamgee. You couldn't say no to that."
"Yes, yes we could. Spoiling nice fish, scorching it. Give me fish now and keep nassty chips!" (2)