Streetcar Flashcards
Suddenly
Stanley, tell us a joke, tell us a funny story to make us all laugh. I don’t know what’s the matter, we’re all so solemn. Is it because I’ve been stood up by my beau?
I didn’t think you liked my stories, Blanch.
I like them when they’re amusing but not indecent.
I don’t know any refined enough for your taste.
Then let me tell one.
Yes, you tell one, Blanche. You used to know lots of good stories.
Let me see, now… This old maid, she had a parrot that cursed a blue streak and knew more vulgar expressions than Mr. Kowalski!
Huh.
And the only way to hush the parrot up was to put the cover back on its cage so it would think it was night and go back to sleep. Well, one morning the old maid had just uncovered the parrot for the day- when who should she see coming up the front walk but the preacher! Well, she rushed back to the parrot and slipped the cover back on the cage and then she let in the preacher. And the parrot was perfectly still, just as quiet as a mouse, but just as she was asking the preacher how much sugar he wanted in his coffee- the parrot broke the silence with a loud whistle and said “God damn, but that was a short day!”
Apparently Mr. Kowalski was not amused.
My place is cleared! You want me to clear your places?
What happened while I was bathing? What did he tell you, Stella?
Nothing, nothing, nothing!
I think he told you something about Mitch and me! You know why Mitch didn’t come but you won’t tell me! I’m going to call him!
I wouldn’t call him, Blanchez
I am, I’m going to call him on the phone.
I wish you wouldn’t.
I intend to be given some explanation from someone!
I hope you’re pleased with your doings. I never had so much trouble swallowing food in my life, looking at that girl’s face and the empty chair!
Hello. Mr. Mitchell, please… oh… I would like to leave a number if I may. Magnolia 9047. And say it’s important to call… Yes, very important… Thank you.
Goddamn, it’s hot in here with the steam from the bathroom.
I’ve said I was sorry three times. I take hot baths for my nerves. Hydro-therapy, they call it. You healthy Polack, without a nerve in your body, of course you don’t know what anxiety feels like!
So don’t ever call me a Polack.
Oh, that’s for me, I’m sure.
H’lo. Aw, yeh, hello, Mac.
Oh, keep your hands off me, Stella. What is the matter with you? Why do you look at me with that pitying look?
Sister Blanche, I’ve got a little birthday remembrance for you.
Oh, have you, Stanley? I wasn’t expecting any. What is it? Is it for me?
Yes, I hope you like it!
Why, why- Why, it’s a-
