Dwalin: You sit here, in these vast halls, with a crown upon your head and yet you are lesser now than you have ever been.
Thorin Oakenshield: Do not speak to me as if I were some lowly dwarf...
[weeping]
Thorin Oakenshield: as if I were still Thorin Oakenshield.
[pulls out his sword in anger]
Thorin Oakenshield: I AM YOUR KING!
Dwalin: You were always my king. You used to know that once. But you cannot see what you have become.
Thorin Oakenshield: Get out before I kill you.