Charles: (after Caroline was plowing the fields) Look at you. Just look at you.
Caroline: I must be a sight.
Charles: You are. Your face is dirty, your hair is all askew, and you're still the prettiest woman a man ever set his eyes on. (takes the horse's reins and gently removes them from around her neck) The only thing I regret about marrying you is that I'll never have the pleasure of asking you to be my wife again.