Penelope: Max, I know this face repulses you… And I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t dream of asking you to accept it.
Max: No… No… No…
Penelope: But this isn’t me, the real me is inside here somewhere just waiting to get out and you can make that happen and once the curse is broken I’ll be just like anybody else.
Max: What if the curse doesn’t get broken? What if the curse can never be broken?
Penelope: Then I’ll kill myself. I promise, I promise I will. Marry me, Max. Marry me.
Max: I can’t.
Penelope: Get out.