Princess Leia: Occasionally, maybe... when you aren'
t acting like a scoundrel.
Han Solo: Scoundrel? Scoundrel? I like the sound of that.
Princess Leia: Stop that.
Han Solo: Stop what?
Princess Leia: Stop that. My hands are
dirty.
Han Solo: My hands are
dirty, too. What are you afraid of?
Princess Leia: Afraid?
Han Solo: You're trembling.
Princess Leia: I'm not trembling.
Han Solo: You like me because I'm a scoundrel. There aren't enough scoundrels in your life.
Princess Leia: I happen to like
nice men.
Han Solo: I'm
nice men.
Princess Leia: No, you're not. You're... *They Kiss*