Mammy: Your father and I spent many an hour trying to figure out what to do with you. You drove that man to distraction.
Blanche: Well, alright, maybe you talked about me, but that's not the same thing as bein' there.
Mammy: I know that. I remember a wedding reception early one June when the most beautiful bride I'd ever seen danced with her equally handsome father.
Blanche: You were there?
Mammy: The song was "Tennessee Waltz," and you asked the band to play it twice so you could dance with your daddy as long as possible. I stood in the back with the caterers so no one would notice. You don't know how much I wanted to hug you. I just had to see my dumplin' on her weddin' day.