“Hands off the Precious, Gollum.”

“Lookit Gollum, bust me out of here and I'll help you find your precious”

“Look it Gollum, if you spring me, I’ll help you find your Precious.--Regin”

“Frodo gave a cry, and there was, fallen upon his knees at the chasm's edge. But Gollum, dancing like a mad thing, held aloft the ring, a finger still thrust within its circle. "Precious, precious, precious!" Gollum cried. "My Precious! O my Precious!" And with that, even as his eyes were lifted up to gloat on his prize, he stepped too far, toppled, wavered for a moment on the brink, and then with a shriek he fell. Out of the depths came his last wail precious, and he was gone.”

“Hey, precious.” A pretty brunette slid to Tristan’s side out of the blue.Precious? Who does she think she is? Gollum?”

“Never much of a fantasy fan, I knew one thing for certain: Odell Greenry loved Precious every bit as much as Gollum loved his “precious.” And while both objects of obsession could be possessed neither could be mastered.”