Blanche: Oh, Steven, I'm sorry. There's no excuse for my not being here, but the important thing is I'm back.
Steven: Blanche.
Blanche: Wait, honey, let me finish. I know how much we care for each other, I know how good we are for each other, and, let's face it, nobody has more fun with each other than we do. [Steven's heart monitor beeps more rapidly] You remember that night on the beach, when I pretended my hand was a big old sand crab crawling up your thigh? We wrapped ourselves up in that blanket, and you about jumped out of your skin when I showed you that Savannah twister. You remember that?
Nurse: Are you all right, Mr. Gordon?
Steven: Yes, I'm fine.
Blanche: Sorry. It won't happen again. At least not until you're out of here.