Blanche: These are for you, Mama. Hi, Big Daddy. I couldn't go home without telling you why I didn't come to your funeral. Same old reason. I was being selfish. Thinking too much about how I was feeling, instead of coming out here to pay my loving respects. You know, going through those photograph albums yesterday, with Dorothy, I realized that I haven't always been easy to love. Oh, I was a horrible child. Rebellious, difficult. But you always made me feel loved and beautiful. Even when I did make it hard on you. I know I haven't always given much back, honey. I was always so worried about me. Why, I couldn't even come and see you when you needed me, before you died, 'cause I was all caught up in that old silly ball. There is no excuse for that. Although I was the ball queen, did I tell you that? Oh, that's right, I did. Well, here I am, all caught up in myself still. Fighting with Virginia and the rest of the family when we ought to be comforting each other. I just feel like such a fool. I would give up everything that I ever thought meant anything to me if I could have one moment with you. I don't know if love can help you, wherever you are, but if it can, honey, you got it. 'Cause Big Daddy, I do love you so much. I just wish there was some way I could know you're hearing what I'm saying.
Dorothy: Blanche.
Blanche: Oh, Lord!