Blanche: Rebecca, I've held my tongue for two solid weeks, but I cannot any longer. Now, I am your mother, and I cannot let you go out that door without asking you why, of all the men on God's green Earth, have you decided to marry that lump of nothin'?
Rebecca: Because I want a husband, a family, and Jeremy may be my last chance.
Blanche: That's just nonsense.
Rebecca: Oh, Mama, look at me. Open your eyes. I'm not beautiful. I'm not a catch.
Blanche: Well, for that man, you certainly are. He's got you thinkin' that you need him. That's all backwards, honey. He's the one who needs you. You're probably the only woman on Earth who's kind and caring enough to give him a glance. He's not good enough for you!
Rebecca: Do you hear what you're saying? You're doing it again. Why don't you say what you really mean? That he's not good enough for you. And neither am I, I never have been. I wish I'd never come here.