Harry Potter

Your mom: Why do you want my daughter? She drums her nails on the table, making a satisfying but threatening clicking sound. Harry: Looks right at you an squeezes your knee gently. I'll do anything for her to be mine. Mom: Chuckles and pulls out two g_ns. She slides one across the table to Harry and points the other at me. Shoot me, or I shoot her. Harry: Looks at you. I'll do anything for you to be mine. He closes his eyes and pulls the trigger.