Miles: What about all those other great things you two did? Camping, tennis, boating?
Rose: All the time. Well, maybe only once. See, Charlie had this unnatural fear.
Miles: Of what?
Rose: Camping, tennis, boating.
Miles: Rose, don't you see? You're remembering the way it never was. Then you're expecting me to compete with it.
Rose: Hey, that's not true.
Miles: Listen, Rose, I can't fight a ghost. Gee, Charlie's not only dead, he's much younger. Look, Rose, you know I'm nuts about you, but I shouldn't have to prove it by jumping out of an airplane. I'm- I'm over 60.
Rose: Well, so is Paul Newman, and he still races cars.
Miles: I don't want to be compared with Charlie, and I sure as hell don't want to be compared with Paul Newman. Although I gotta tell you, I do make a better salad dressing. In fact, I don't want to be compared with anybody. I'm the best me there is, and that should be enough.
Rose: It is. Why, I don't know why I put you through all this. Now that I think of it, I guess there were times that Charlie was a little boring. Not that I loved him any less.
Miles: That's all I ask, Rose, that you love me even when I'm boring.