Roses become cabbages.

Orinthia: ...Live a really noble and beautiful life- a kingly life- with me. What you need to make you a real king is a real queen.

Magnus: But I have got one.

Orinthia: Oh you are blind. You are worse than blind; you have low tastes. Heaven is offering you a rose; and you cling to a cabbage.

Magnus: (Laughing) That is a very apt metaphor, beloved. But what wise man, if you force him to choose between doing without roses and doing without cabbages, would not secure the cabbages? Besides, all those old married cabbages were once roses; and, though young things like you don't remember that, their husbands do.

George Bernard Shaw

I like this :)