Blanche: Well, I'm off to Atlanta.
Dorothy: You're going where?
Blanche: To Grammy's plantation. I have to see it one more time.
Dorothy: Sweetheart, wouldn't it better to just let go?
Blanche: But I can't. It was hard enough lettin' go when Grammy died. The family had to sell Grand View, and it got turned into an old bed and breakfast. But at least I could visit.
Sophia: And have breakfast.
Blanche: Thank you, Sophia.
Sophia: Pancakes, by the looks of it.
Blanche: Thank you, Sophia.