Blanche: Oh, boy, there's just nothin' like startin' out the day with a big pile of eggs and cinnamon toast. Oh, damn, almost forgot. The old lady's got to eat.
Rose: She isn't here.
Blanche: What?
Rose: She isn't here. She left. Last night. You didn't know?
Blanche: No, I did not know! What do you mean, "left"? Where'd she go?
Rose: Sicily. To square things with Guido.
Blanche: Sicily? What are you talkin' about, Sicily?
Rose: She said she cleared it with you.
Blanche: She did not clear it with me.
Rose: Then giving her my Visa card was a bad thing?