The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers2002

Gríma Wormtongue:
[finds Éowyn crying over Théodred's body] Oh, he... he must have died sometime in the night. What a tragedy for the king to lose his only son and heir. I understand his passing is hard to accept, especially now that your brother has deserted you.

Éowyn:
Leave me alone, snake!

Gríma Wormtongue:
Oh, but you are alone! Who knows what you've spoken to the darkness? In bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, like a hutch to trammel some wild thing in! [putting a hand to her cheek] So fair, so cold, like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill...

Éowyn:
Your words are poison! [pulls away and leaves]