Miami, Miami, you've got style!
Blue sky, sunshine, white sands by the mile!
That just reminded me:
Rose: Miami is nice, so I'll say it thrice!
Dorothy: Thrice...who the hell says thrice?
Rose: It's a word!
Dorothy: So is intrauterine. It does not belong in a song.
Rose: Miami...you're cuter than...an intrauterine...