Dorothy: Blanche, honey, are you sure that you don't want one of us to go with you?
Blanche: Don't be silly, I'm fine. I'll just fly up to Atlanta tomorrow morning, tell Big Daddy I love him, and be back here in time to be queen of the ball.
Rose: Blanche, you can't do that.
Blanche: Why not? Big Daddy isn't dead. I think Virginia's just playing a little practical joke.
Sophia: What kind of a person plays a joke like that? You want to play a joke, you ring somebody's doorbell and run away. Or you shorten the leg on somebody's walker so it wobbles. Or you arrange for somebody to go on a long car trip with Rose. You don't tell them their father's dead.