The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers2002

Éowyn:
Your son is badly wounded, my lord. Will you not go to him? Uncle?

Éomer:
He was ambushed by Orcs. If we don't defend our country, Saruman will take it by force.

Gríma Wormtongue:
That is a lie. Saruman the White has ever been our friend and ally.

Théoden:
Gríma... Gríma...

Éomer:
Orcs are roaming freely across our lands. Unchecked, unchallenged, killing at will. Orcs bearing the White Hand of Saruman. [tosses an Orc helmet at Théoden's feet]

Gríma Wormtongue:
Why do you lay these troubles on an already troubled mind? Can you not see your uncle is wearied by your malcontent? Your warmongering?

Éomer:
Warmongering? [grabs Gríma by the throat] How long is it since Saruman bought you? What was the promised price, Gríma? When all the Men are dead, you'll take your share of the treasure? Too long have you watched my sister. Too long have you haunted her steps.

[Guards seize Éomer from behind]

Gríma Wormtongue:
You see much, Éomer, son of Éomund. Too much. [guards begin to drag Éomer out] You are here forth banished from the Kingdom of Rohan and all its domains, under pain of death.

Éomer:
You have no authority here! Your orders mean nothing!

Gríma Wormtongue:
This order does not come from me. It comes from the King. [holds up a sealed decree] He signed it this morning.