Rose: Do you really think that's right for Miles? He's never seen that side of me before.
Blanche: You mean, the wanton Rose? The harlot? The elemental woman who cries out for the fiery, passionate response of an elemental man? Is that the side you mean?
Rose: Actually, I meant my heinie. Miles and I always make love with the lights off.
Blanche: Always?
Rose: Always. Well, except for the time we were listening to this concert on radio. [laughing] And when the applause started, his Clapper went crazy. The lights went on, off, on, off, on, off. And Miles did his impression of the old King Kong, and we laughed and laughed. So I pretended I was Godzilla, and we wrestled, got all sweaty. Come to think of it, we never did make love that night.
Blanche: If you didn't make love, what did you do?
Rose: Destroyed Tokyo.