Fiancée: "Chris, it has been over three years. If you don't commit right fucking now that we will go to the courthouse tomorrow and make it official, I sweater god I will send you to the courthouse myself. You want to know how? First, I'm going to beat the shit out of you best I can. Then, I'm going to call the cops while I proceed to rough myself up. When they get here, I will show them the marks and explain my version of what is about to happen - let the whole world know you're a piece of shit woman abuser. I will drag your name through the mud with everyone we know, your family, and every media outlet that will listen. I will tell the court that you are unfit to be around your teenage daughter, and apply to be her guardian. I will ruin your your career, your relationships, everything I possibly can. You will lose everything."
Beard: "K. You are literally insane."
Fiancée: "Last chance. I am dead serious, you muledick. [locks door behind her]."
Beard: "No."
[tumbling/screaming ensues]