Robotech

[Roy is at Claudia's quarters, where she's preparing a pineapple salad for dinner and he's strumming a guitar]

Claudia Grant:
I don't think you'd realize how terrified I'd get every time you fly off on a combat mission. It's almost as if you pilots think that it's some kind of wonderful game when you're off on those Veritechs.

Roy Fokker:
It's never been a game, Claudia. Maybe someday you'll understand that.

Claudia:
Anyway, I've said what I had in my mind and I promised I'll keep my mouth shut about it in the future. [turns to Roy and holds finished pineapple salad high] Dinner's ready. [sees Roy not strumming guitar while putting salad on table] What? Well, don't tell me I put you to sleep. Is anything wrong?

Roy:
Oh. Ohhhh... [slumps from sofa]

Claudia:
Roy? [gasps upon seeing wounds] ROY!?!? [cries]