John Smith: Pocahontas…
Pocahontas: I’m so sorry.
John Smith: For what? This? I’ve gotten out of worse scrapes than this. Can’t think of anything right now, but…
Pocahontas: It would’ve been better if we never met. None of this would’ve happened.
John Smith: Pocahontas, look at me. I’d rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.
Pocahontas: I can’t leave you.
John Smith: You never will. No matter what happens to me, I’ll always be with you, forever.