Miles: Rose, it's just too risky, for us and for them.
Rose: Oh, Miles. This is an impossible decision. Oh, I love you so much.
Miles: Rose, I love you, too.
Rose: But I also love my friends and my family, and the thought of leaving... I'm sorry.
Miles: All right. I understand.
Rose: Oh, I'm gonna miss you, Miles.
Miles: Rose, there won't be a day I won't be thinking about you. Goodbye Rose, darling. You take good care of her, ladies.
Rose: Miles, your poetry book.
Miles: Keep it, and when you read page 73, think of me. [exits]
Rose: "And when to the heart of man, was it ever less than a treason, to bow and accept the end of a love or of a season?"