Han: Sooorry Princess!
Leah: Stop calling me that!
Han: Alright…Leia.
Leia: You make it so hard sometimes.
Han: I do. I really do. You could be a little nicer, though.
Leia: I would if you weren’t such a scoundrel.
Han: Scoundrel?! Scoundrel. I like the sound of that.
Leia: Stop that.
Han: Stop what?
Leia: That. My hands are dirty.
Han: My hands are dirty too, what are you afraid of?
Leia: I’m not afraid.
Han: You’re trembling.
Leia: I’m not… trembling.
Han: You like me because I’m a scoundrel.
Leia: I don’t like scoundrels. I like nice men.
Han: I’m a nice man.