The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring2001

Boromir:
[carrying gathered wood] None of us should wander alone, you least of all. So much depends on you. [Frodo is silent] Frodo? I know why you seek solitude. You suffer. I see it day by day. You're sure you do not suffer needlessly? There are other ways, Frodo. Other paths that we might take.

Frodo:
I know what you would say. And it would seem like wisdom, but for the warning in my heart.

Boromir:
Warning? Against what? We're all afraid, Frodo, but to let that fear drive us to destroy what hope we have, don't you see that is madness?

Frodo:
There is no other way.

Boromir:
[frustrated] I ask only for the strength to defend my people! [throws down the wood] If you would but lend me the Ring...

Frodo:
No!

Boromir:
Why do you recoil? I am no thief.

Frodo:
You are not yourself.

Boromir:
What chance do you think you have? They will find you. They will take the Ring. And you will beg for death before the end! [Frodo tries to walk away] You fool! It is not yours, save by unhappy chance! It could have been mine! It should be mine! [pins Frodo to the ground] Give it to me! GIVE IT TO ME!

Frodo:
No! [puts the Ring on his finger and slips away, invisible]

Boromir:
I see your mind. You will take the Ring to Sauron! You will betray us! You go to your death, and the death of us all! Curse you! Curse you, and all the Halflings! [suddenly gets ahold of himself] Frodo? Frodo. What have I done? Please, Frodo. Frodo, I'm sorry! Frodo!