Blanche: Dorothy, what are you doing?
Dorothy: I'm sorry, honey. Cab driver says we'd better get going if we want to make our plane.
Blanche: Big Daddy, you remember Dorothy.
Dorothy: Hello.
Blanche: Honey, I have to go now. You're in my prayers. You take good care of him, Mama. You hear me? I love you. I love you both. I'm nobody's little girl anymore.