Miranda Otto

Aragorn: "You have some skill with a blade."
Eowyn: "The women of this country learned long ago, those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain."
Aragorn: "What do you fear, my lady?"
Eowyn: "A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire."
Aragorn: "You are a daughter of kings, a shield maiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate."

Eowyn: "Leave me alone, snake!"
Wormtongue: "Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in? So fair, yet so cold like a morning of pale Spring still clinging to Winter's chill."
Eowyn: "Your words are poison!"