Blanche: Girls, I am just beside myself. I just don't know what to do.
Dorothy: What's wrong?
Blanche: Lucy didn't come home last night. Her bed has not been slept in.
Dorothy: Calm down, Blanche.
Blanche: I'm gonna call the police.
Rose: Oh, Blanche, I'm sure she'll be fine. I mean, what's the worst that can happen to a 20-year-old girl in Miami? Oh, my God.