JACK: What you looking at?
PRISCILLA: Water. Lots and lots of water.
JACK: I know, right? Classic. Or should I say “classical”—get it?
JACK: Check out Delos.
PRISCILLA: She’s not so hot.
JACK: That was Apollo’s island. It’s where he was born.
PRISCILLA: Don’t forget Artemis.
JACK: How could I?
PRISCILLA: Always was partial to Athena, myself.
JACK: Yeah, you are.
PRISCILLA: Jack, why are we here?
JACK: You said you always wanted to go.
PRISCILLA: It was all so sudden, though. I mean, thanks, obviously, just…
JACK: Look… I was gonna wait. Do this somewhere… maybe on the stage at Epidavros or something, but… maybe here, on the deck of the nigh ferry, just the two of us…
PRISCILLA: The fuck is that?
JACK: What’s it look like?
PRISCILLA: It looks like a pearl.
JACK: I know how much you like oysters.
PRISCILLA: You know how much I—are you serious?
JACK: It’s a perfect pearl, ‘Scilla.
PRISCILLA: But that’s not… ugh…
PRISCILLA: How can you not know that it’s bad luck to have a pearl for an engagement ring?
JACK: Oh, come on, it’s not that bad.
PRISCILLA: It’s just the pressure, OK? Pearls are fragile—it’s not like I could wear it all the time!
JACK: Look, you don’t have to. I’m not the kinda guy who likes to hang a label.
PRISCILLA: But I want a ring that I can actually wear without being afraid that I might break it.
JACK: So you do want a ring?
JACK: ‘Scilla, this isn’t just a ring. You know it isn’t.
PRISCILLA: Right. Yeah, no, obviously.
JACK: So that’s a yes? Hold on, got to do this right—will you marry me?
PRISCILLA: Will you get me a decent ring?
JACK: I really thought you’d like it.
PRISCILLA: I’m sorry. I do.
JACK: Is that a yes?
PRISCILLA: Oh. Yeah, no. Of course.
JACK: Thank you.
JACK: Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world—or at least on the night-ferry.
PRISCILLA: I don’t know, we got all those Brazillians here and their team just won.
PRISCILLA: I know, I know, I love you, too.