Jane Porter: [after being caught in a tree with Tarzan] Now, you stay away from me. Like a very good wild man.
[Tarzan doesn't listen]
Jane Porter: You stay. I'm warning you... My father won't take kind to you.
[Tarzan is inches from her face]
Jane Porter: Now, that's close ENOUGH.
[Tarzan touches her face]
Jane Porter: How dare you...
[Tarzan grabs her hand, as she tries to smack him, and he notices a tear in the tip of the finger of her glove. He stares and pulls off her glove and stares at her hand. He then puts his hand next to hers to show that he's human, too. He puts his head on her chest to hear her heartbeat. Once he hears it, he pulls her head to his chest so she can hear his heartbeat]
Jane Porter: Oh, dear. Oh, dear, oh, dear, OH, dear! Mmm. Yes, thank you.
[pulls away from Tarzan's chest]
Jane Porter: It's a lovely heartbeat. It's very nice.
Tarzan: [imitating Jane] It's very nice.
Jane Porter: [thinking as though he's talking about her hair] Oh, thank you. I can't do a thing with it in this humidity and - you do speak? And all this time I thought you were this big, wild, quiet, silent, person-thing! Hmm! And why didn't you tell me? I mean, I must say I'm rather curious of who you are. I'd love to-
[Tarzan shuts her mouth with his fingers]