Shep: They'll get a certain idea.
Jasmine: It's what my aunts think. That I'm marrying you for the sex.
Shep: Every man's fantasy.
Jasmine: Really?
Shep: I know it's not my sparkling personality.
My lips curl into a smile. He's actually teasing me. It's rare. Precious.
Jasmine: Not the money?
Shep: There are other rich men.
Jasmine: There are other skilled men.
Shep: You're treading dangerous ground there.
Jasmine: Will it hurt your ego? If I suggest you aren't the best I've ever had.
Shep: What do you think?
Jasmine: It's probably the only way I can hurt you.
Shep: There are lots of ways you can hurt me.
That's hard to believe. Shep is so guarded. His heart is behind a five-thousand-pound safe.
It's how he wants it.
I respect that.
I want to respect that.
He isn't going to love me. No use in daydreaming of pillow talk and walks on the beach.
Shep on the beach… that's a funny image.
Jasmine: The theater is perfect. Do we have a plan for the honeymoon?
Shep: It's a surprise.
Jasmine: Will I like it?
Shep: I'm not sure it will matter. Since we'll spend all that time in bed.
Jasmine: Is that a no?
Shep: You didn't answer the question.
Jasmine: Which one?
Shep: If I'm the best you've ever had.
Jasmine: Don't tell me you're insecure.
Shep: No. But if you don't answer, I'll have to force you to admit it.