West Side Story.
Tony: l didn’t believe hard enough.
Maria: Loving is enough.
Tony: Not here. They won’t let us be.
Maria: Then we’ll get away.
Tony: Yeah, we can.
Tony: We will.
Maria: Yes. Hold my hand and we’re halfway there. Hold my hand and l’ll take you there…Somehow, Someday, Some—
Maria: Stay back! How do you fire this gun, Chino? Just by pulling this little trigger? How many bullets are left, Chino? Enough for you? And you? All of you! You all killed him. And my brother. And Riff. Not with bullets and guns. With hate! Well, l can kill too, because now l have hate! How many can l kill, Chino? How many, and still have one bullet left for me? Don’t you touch him! Te adoro, Anton.