Han: Stop what, m’lady?
Leia: My hands are dirty
Han: My hands are dirty too. What are you afraid of?
Leia: I hate sand. It’s so rough and coarse and irritating.
Han: You can say that again, m’lady.
Leia: Okay. It’s so dreadfully rough and coarse and irritating. And it gets everywhere.
Han: Yeah, I wish everything around here was as soft and smooth as you are.
They stare at each other.
Leia: I’m trying to get something done. I feel that it would be wise of you to take advantage of my knowledge in this situation.
Han: Sorry, m’lady. You’re right. I don’t know why I keep arguing with you.
Leia: What I was going to say is that it’s too early in the script for us to kiss. I’m in my work clothes right now and you’re not supposed to kiss me until I put on something else. I haven’t changed clothes yet for this entire movie.
Han: Yes, but you don’t understand how I’m feeling right now. From the moment I met you, not a day has gone by when I haven’t thought about you. You are in my very soul, tormenting me. What can I do? I will do anything you ask.
Leia: Then bug off.
(etc. etc.)