Blanche: Honey, is something wrong?
Rose: Well, it's Miles. Lately he's gotten I don't know, really tight, and I hate it.
Blanche: Oh? Well, I'm just the opposite. I love a tight man. Tight man with cast-iron pecs, thighs that could choke a bear, and a butt you could eat breakfast off of. Then the two of us would... Rose, when did you get in?
Rose: Blanche, I've been here the whole time. I was telling you about Miles being tight.
Blanche: Oh, I love a tight man. A tight man with cast-iron pecs, thighs...