Aha! Here are some.
Faramir! Your pants love you! They will remember it before the end.
It is but a shadow of my pants that you love.
The very warmth of my pants seems stole away.
Very useful in a tight spot, these pants, even if they are dead.
And why should your songs be unfit for my pants?
The stars are veiled. Something is stirring in the pants; a sleepless malice.
Bring me pants & oil!
Do not come between a Nazgul & his pants!
Pippin: So I imagine this is just a ceremonial position. I mean, they don't actually expect me to do any fighting. Do they?
Gandalf: You're in the pants of the steward now. You're going to have to do as you're told.