- Do you have any idea what it's like to be in love with someone...who's about to marry someone else? Someone totally magnificent, someone who walks into a room and lights it up like the sun? Someone who you know is lying to herself?
- Lying?
- Convincingly, yeah. Very, very much so.
- About what?
- That you don't love me. When I know at least in some way you do.
- And how do you know that?
- Portia. I have done everything, inside and out.
- But that stuff doesn't matter to me.
- Well, something matters. 'Cause I'd have to believe if nothing mattered, you'd love me... And not some man whose chin could sink the Titanic.
- What? See? It's true, isn't it?
- Yeah.
- I'm sorry. Does he light you up like this? Does he make you laugh?
- Nobody makes me laugh like this.
- Good. Then admit it. Admit that you love me. Give me one kiss.
- Oh, God.
- That's all. One quick kiss. Just one kiss... could not jeopardise a glorious marriage. Besides, it would also explain to me why your pulse jumped from 66 to 102 beats per minute. Your respiration rate has doubled. You're putting out clouds of pheromones.
- It's not fair to read me like that.
- I know. Love isn't fair. I'm reading your heart. I'm asking you to follow it. Begging you. Begging is supposed to be humiliating. I don't care.
I love you, Portia.
I loved you the very first moment I saw you.
