Blanche: Now, put that guitar down, I wanna talk to you.
Big Daddy: What's the matter?
Blanche: Well, I don't know what's gotten into you. Daddy, you're no singer.
Big Daddy: Well, I know I'm no Hank Williams yet, but-
Blanche: No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I mean, at your age, just out of nowhere to decide you're just gonna go off and perform in some honky-tonk? I don't know about you, but that sounds pretty crazy to me.
Big Daddy: Now, don't you sass me, missy.
Blanche: Well, no, I don't mean to sass you, Daddy. It's just that I'm concerned about you. Now, I want you to promise me that you're gonna forget all about this nonsense and go back to Twin Oaks and have a nice long rest.
Big Daddy: There's no Twin Oaks to go back to. I sold it.
Blanche: You what?!
Big Daddy: Sold it. Sold everything. Well, now, if I'm gonna go out on the road and do this thing right, I need money.
Blanche: All right, this has gone far enough! I will not allow you to disgrace yourself or your family! I absolutely forbid you to go on with this foolishness one minute longer!
Big Daddy: You forbid Big Daddy? You're the one's gone crazy, girl! I'm sorry you had to witness this spectacle, ladies. My apologies.
Blanche: Oh, Big Daddy, wait.
Big Daddy: Too late! You know, if there was some rain coming down, and a soft train whistle in the distance, this moment would have the makings of a first-rate country song. Bye, Blanche.