Rose: I have made arrangements for us tomorrow.
Miles: Oh? What arrangements?
Rose: We're supposed to show up at the hangar at 10:00 in the morning for skydiving class.
Miles: Wha- You mean actually jump out of an airpl- Literally?
Rose: Oh, there is nothing like skydiving. I mean, soaring through the air the freedom of it, the whole idea of plummeting toward a pasture and watching a cow get bigger and bigger. It's just something we should do together before we die.
Miles: Rose, could- Couldn't I just run toward you yelling, "Moo"?