Rose: Good night, and thank you for a wonderful evening.
Miles: Rose, what is going on? Now, something is wrong.
Rose: I don't know what you mean.
Miles: Well, it's obvious you're trying to avoid any kind of intimacy. Like that place you dragged me to tonight. Look, don't get me wrong. I enjoyed the evening of lesbian poetry but, look, Rose, to tell you the truth, it just wasn't the swell time I had in mind. Look, I'm starting to get a little suspicious. There's somebody else, isn't there?
Rose: [half-hearted] My, my, sir, I do believe you're jealous.
Miles: You know, normally, I hate it when people tweak my nose, but at least you're touching me. Look, are you seeing somebody else?
Rose: My, my, sir, I do believe you're jealous.
Miles: One tweak is cute, Rose. Two is- Don't do it again. I'm sorry for the tone, but I am a little bit cranky and tense for all the obvious reasons. Look, something is wrong. Are you seeing another man? And don't touch my nose.