Miles: Sweetheart, may I ask, what are you doing here? I didn't want you to see me like this.
Rose: Oh, I know. I just wanted a chance to say I love you. Oh, and there'll be no other man after.
Miles: After? After what? I'm here for my eyes.
Rose: Oh, thank God you're not going to die. Oh, and don't worry, I can be your eyes.
Miles: Oh, sweetheart, my eyes are fine. It's just the bags underneath them.
Rose: Then I can be your bags.