Madalena, I've got something to say, and [bad word] a really...really long way to say it.
Madalena: Oh no...

Galavant: I want you, I need you
You cut me, and I bleed you
You're like some kind of sonnet
All I want to do is read you
And I love you
Madalena: I know.
Galavant: I mean I love you
Madalena: Yes, thanks.
Galavant: I said I love you
Madalena: You did.
Galavant: And now don't you
Want to tell me something, too?

Madalena: I love you
As much as someone like me can love anyone
Galavant: Huh?
Madalena: I mean I love how we make people stare
We're quite the stunning pair
Galavant: In other words, you love me?
Madalena: As much as someone like me can love anyone
Galavant: Okay.

Madalena: I mean I love how when we hit the hay
It's more than just okay
Galavant: Right.
Madalena: I'd absolutely say
More like middling to fair
Galavant: Yeah. Wait, what?
Madalena: Dance with me
Can't you see how freakin' gorgeous we look?
Can't you feel the frantic beat of the hearts?
As our various parts [bad word] with such delicious friction 

Galavant: So that's all you really-
Madalena: Dance with me
Why not finish what's already begun?

Galavant: So what you're saying is you love me?
Madalena: I love you
Galavant: Really love me?
Madalena: I love you
Galavant: And always loved me?
Madalena: As much as someone like me can love anyone

Does that clear things up for you?
Galavant: No.