Miles: Rose. Rose. Is something wrong?
Rose: I don't know what you see in me, Miles.
Miles: I see you.
Rose: But why me? I thought you'd like Blanche.
Miles: I like Blanche very much. So does Blanche. [chuckles] That's better.
Rose: I feel so dumb around you.
Miles: Oh, never say that, Rose.
Rose: But you're a teacher. You you think for a living.
Miles: Well, don't be so impressed. I have summers off.
Rose: How you can stand listening to me and all my ridiculous stories.
Miles: Your stories are very refreshing, Rose. Look, it's like driving in the country and getting lost. You may not know where you are, but you always have a good time finding your way out.