So we're watching The Roman Spring of Mrs. Stone.
Poor Mrs. Stone, as portrayed by the stellar Vivienne Leigh, is clearly at her wit's end, and has just tossed her keys down from her balcony to the mysteriously handsome, if rather sordid hustler who has been silently stalking her through the course of the film.
She's just invited Death into her home, I intone gravely.
To which Tim replies:
Nah, just crabs and regrets.
Oh, and skid marks on the silk sheets. You know the maid is going to have something to say in the morning.