Streetcar Scene 6 - Blanche and Mitch Flashcards
Blanche: Well..
Mitch: I guess it must be pretty late–and you’re tired.
Blanche: Even the hot tamale man has deserted the street, and he hangs on till the end. How will you get home?
Mitch: I’ll walk over to Bourbon and catch an owl-car.
Blanche: Is that streetcar named Desire still grinding along the tracks at this hour?
Mitch: I’m afraid you haven’t gotten much fun out of this evening, Blanche.
Blanche: I spoiled it for you.
Mitch: No, you didn’t, but I felt all the time that I wasn’t giving you much–entertainment.
Blanche: I simply couldn’t rise to the occasion. That was all. I don’t think I’ve ever tried so hard to be gay and made such a dismal mess of it. I get ten points for trying!–I did try.
Mitch: Why did you try if you didn’t feel like it, Blanche?
Blanche: I was just obeying the law of nature.
Mitch: Which law is that?
Blanche: The one that says the lady must entertain the gentleman–or no dice! See if you can locate my door-key in this purse. When I’m so tired my fingers are all thumbs!
Mitch: This it?
Blanche: No, honey, that’s the key to my trunk which I must soon be packing.
Mitch: You mean you are leaving here soon?
Blanche: I’ve outstayed my welcome.
Mitch: This it?
Blanche: Eureka! Honey, you open the door while I take a last look at the sky. I’m looking for the Pleiades, the Seven Sisters, but these girls are not out tonight. Oh, yes they are, there they are! God bless them! All in a bunch going home from their little bridge party… Y’get the door open? Good boy! I guess you–want to go now…
Mitch: Can I–uh–kiss you-goodnight?
Blanche: Why do you always ask me if you may?
Mitch: I don’t know whether you want me to or not.
Blanche: Why should you be so doubtful?
Mitch: That night when we parked by the lake and I kissed you, you–
Blanche: Honey, it wasn’t the kiss I objected to. I liked the kiss very much. It was the other little–familiarity–that I–felt obligated to–discourage… I didn’t resent it! Not a bit in the world! In fact, I was somewhat flattered that you–desired me! But, honey, you know as well as I do that a single girl, a girl alone in the world, has got to keep a firm hold on her emotions or she’ll be lost!
Mitch: Lost?
Blanche: I guess you are used to girls that like to be lost. The kind that get lost immediately, on the first date!
Mitch: I like you to be exactly the way that you are, because in all my–experience–I have never known anyone like you.
Blanche: laughs
Mitch: Are you laughing at me?
Blanche: No, honey. The lord and lady of the house have not yet returned, so come in. We’ll have a nightcap. Let’s leave the lights off. Shall we?
Mitch: You just–do what you want to.
Blanche: The other room’s more comfortable–go on in. This crashing around in the dark is my search for some liquor.
Mitch: You want a drink?
Blanche: I want you to have a drink! You have been so anxious and solemn all evening, and so have I; we have both been anxious and solemn and now for these few last remaining moments of our lives together–I want to create–joie de vtvre! I’m lighting a candle.
Mitch: That’s good.
Blanche: We are going to be very Bohemian. We are going to pretend that we are sitting in a little artists’ cafe on the Left Bank in Paris! Le suis la Dame aux Camellias! Vous etes–Armand! Understand French?
Mitch: Naw. Naw. I–
Blanche: Voutez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir? Vous ne comprenez pas? Ah, auelle dommage!–I mean it’s a damned good thing…I’ve found some liquor. Just enough for two shots without any dividends, honey…
Mitch: That’s–good.