Scene 9 Flashcards
BLANCHE
“The music is in her mind; she is drinking to escape it and the sense of disaster closing in “
“BLANCHE: I like it dark. The dark is comforting to me.
MITCH: I don’t think I ever seen you in the light. [BLANCHE laughs breathlessly.] That’s a fact!”
“MITCH: it’s always some place that not lighted much.”
“MITCH: This one with the paper thing on it.
[He tears the paper lantern off the lightbulb. She utters a frightened gasp.]
“I don’t want realism.”
“I’ll tell you what I want. Magic! [Mitch laughs.] Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misinterpret things to them. I don’t tell the truth. I tell what ought to be the truth… Don’t turn the light on!”
“[MITCH crosses to the switch. He turns the light on and stares at her. She cries out and covers her face. He turns the light off again.]
MITCH [slowly and bitterly]: I don’t mind you being older than…”
“MITCH [dropping his hands from her waist]: You’re not clean enough to bring in the house with my mother.”
“Blanche: Flamingo? No! Tarantula was the name of it! I stayed at a hotel called The Tarantula Arms!..
Yes, a big spider! That’s where I brought my victims”
“After the death of Allan - intimacies with strangers was all I seemed able to fill my empty heart with … I think it was panic, just panic, that drove me from one to another, hunting for some protection”
“Mitch: Lies, lies, inside and out, all lies
Blanche: Never inside, I didn’t lie in my heart”
“Blanche: Death… the opposite of desire”
MITCH
“BLANCHE: I like it dark. The dark is comforting to me.
MITCH: I don’t think I ever seen you in the light. [BLANCHE laughs breathlessly.] That’s a fact!”
“MITCH: it’s always some place that not lighted much.”
“MITCH: This one with the paper thing on it. [He tears the paper lantern off the lightbulb. She utters a frightened gasp.]
“I don’t want realism.”
“I’ll tell you what I want. Magic! [Mitch laughs.] Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misinterpret things to them. I don’t tell the truth. I tell what ought to be the truth… Don’t turn the light on!”
“[MITCH crosses to the switch. He turns the light on and stares at her. She cries out and covers her face. HE turns the light off again.]
MITCH [slowly and bitterly]: I don’t mind you being older than…”
“MITCH [dropping his hands from her waist]: You’re not clean enough to bring in the house with my mother.”
STELLA
STANLEY