No, you're not. You're...

Han Solo:

Hey, Your Worship, I'm only trying to help. Princess Leia:
Would you please stop calling me that? Han Solo:
Sure, Leia. Princess Leia:
You make it so difficult sometimes. Han Solo:
I do, I really do. You could be a little nicer, though. Come on, admit it. Sometimes you think I'm all right. Princess Leia:
Occasionally, maybe... when you aren't acting like a scoundrel. Han Solo:
Scoundrel? Scoundrel? I like the sound of that. [Han starts to massage Leia's hand] Princess Leia:
Stop that. Han Solo:
Stop what? Princess Leia:
[timidly]
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 moves in closer] 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]