Dorothy: Uh, let's say that you make Miles a batch of your delicious creamy cupcakes. And he loves them so much that he wants you to make them all the time.
Rose: Miles does have a sweet tooth.
Dorothy: But let's say that even though he loves your cupcakes more than life itself, one day he decides to try somebody else's cupcakes. For lack of a better example, let's say, my cupcakes. And I, in a mad, passionate moment, uh, forget myself and let him try my cupcakes. How would that make you feel?
Rose: I'd like to think I'd understand.
Dorothy: Oh. Good. Good. I was hoping that's what you would say. [Rose giggles] What?
Rose: I'm sorry. It's just the idea of Miles wanting to try your cupcakes.
Dorothy: Why is that funny?
Rose: No offense, Dorothy, but your cupcakes are dry and tasteless. Nobody ever likes your cupcakes.
Dorothy: My cupcakes are moist and delicious. Men love my cupcakes.
Rose: Get a clue, Dorothy. Men would rather pay for cupcakes.
Dorothy: Let me tell you something, you Swedish meatball, I've- Wait, wait a minute. You're actually talking about cupcakes, aren't you?
Rose: You bet I'm talking about cupcakes. What are you talking about? Wait a minute. Have you and Miles been baking together?
Dorothy: Rose, I would never do that to you. I swear.
Rose: Good. Because if I ever caught Miles with another woman in my kitchen, I'd... [smashes a ceramic mug in her hand]