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Stanley:" What's teh matter with Eun-uss?"
Stella:"She and Steve had a row. Has she got the police?"
Stanley:"Naw. She's gettin' a drink."
Stella:"That's much more practical."

Blanche:"I must jot that down in my notebook. Ha-ha! I'm compiling a notebook of quaint little words and phrases I've picked up here."
Stanley:"You won't pick up nothing here you ain't heard before."
Blanche:"Can I count on that?"
Stanley:"You can count on that up to five hundred."

[He jerk open th ebureau drawer, slams i shut, and thwos shoes in a forner. At eacj noise Blanche winces slightly. Finally she speaks.] What sign were you born under?
Stanley:"Sign?"
Blanche:"Astrological sign. I bet you were born under Aries. Aries people are forceful and dynamic. They dote on noise! they love you bang things around! You must have had lots of banging around in the army, and now that you ;re out, you make up for it by treating inanimate objects with such a fury!"

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(Ending)
Stella:" I was - sort of - thrilled by it."

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Blanche (to the men) : Please don't get up. I'm only passing through.

Blanche (holding tight to his arm) :Whoever you are- I have always depended not the kindness of strangers.

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Blanche:"And you are standing here smiling!"
Stella:"What do you want me to do?"
Blanche:" Pull yourself together and face the facts/"
Stella:"What are they, in your opinion?"
Blanche:"In my opinion? You are married to a madman!"

Blanche:"Suppose! You can't have forgotten that much of our (Starting)

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Blanche:"Please don't get up."
Stanley:" Nobody's going to get up so don't be worried!"

Blanche:" DuBois."
Mitch:"Miss DuBois?"
Blanche:"It's a French name. It means woods and Blanche means white, so the two together mean white woods. Like an orchard in spring! You can remember it by that."
Mitch:"You're French?"
Blanche:"We are French by extraction. Our first American ancestors were french Huguenots."

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Blanche:" He's just not the sort that goes for the jasmine perfume! But maybe he's what we need to mix with our blood now that we've lost Belle Reve and have to go on without Belle Reve to protect us...

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(Now she is placing a rhinestone tiara on her head before the mirror of the dressing-table and murmuring excitedly as if to a group of spectral admirers)

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(She rushes about frantically, hiding the bottle in a closet, crouching at the mirror and dabbing her face with cologne and powder.)

Blanche: My, my, what a cold shoulder! And a face like a thundercloud! And such uncouth apparel! Why, you haven't even shaved! The unforgivable insult to a lady! But I forgive you.

Blanche: Take your foot off the bed. It has a light cover on it. Of course you boys don't notice things like that. I've done so much with this place since I've been here.
Mitch: I bet you have.
Blanche: You saw it before i came. Well, look at it now! This room is almost-- dainty! I want to keep it that way.

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Blanche : " I am looking for my sister .. Stella Dubois"
Blanche: "This -- Can this -- Be her home?"
Blanche: "You sit down now, and explain this place to me. What are you doing in a place like this? "
Stella " Now, Blanche---"
Blanche :" Oh, I am not going to be hypocritical, I am going to be honestly critical about it! Never, never, never in my worst dream could I picture -- Only Poe! Only Mr. Edgar Allan poe! -- Could do it justice! Out there I suppose is teh ghoul huanted woodland of weir! "
Stella: "No, honey, those are the L & N tracks "
Blanche :"Why, that you had to live in these conditions?"
Stella:" Aren't you being a little intense about it? It's not that bad at all! New Orleans isn't like other cities."

Stella:"Stanley is Polish, you know"
Blanche:" Oh yes. They're someting like Irish, aren't they ?"
Stella:" Well -"
Blanche:"Only not so - highbrow? I brought some nice clothes to meet all your lovely friends in."
Stella:" I am afraid you won't think they are lovely."
Blanche:"What are they like?"
Stella :" They are Stanley's friends."
Blanche:"Polacks?"
Stella:"They're a mixed lot, Blanche."
Blanche:"Heterogeneous - types?"
Stella :" Oh, yes. Yes, types is right!"

Stella: "You'll get along fine together, if you'll just try not to - well- compare him with men that we wet out with at home."

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Blanche: Let me see, now... I must run through my repertoire!

Blanche: I've said I was sorry three times. (The piano fades out.) 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!

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"Stanley: She here?
Stella: In the bathroom.
Stanley (mimicking):'Washing out some things'?
Stella: I reckon so.
Stanley: How long she been in there?
Stella: All afternoon.
Stanley (mimicking):'Soaking in a hot tub'?
Stella: Yes."

"Blanche (snatching up a hair brush): Oh, I feel so good after my long, hot bath, I feel so good and cool and -- rested!
Stella (sadly and doubtfully from the kitchen): Do you, Blanche?
Blanche (brushing her hair vigorously): Yes, I do, so refreshed. (She tinkles her highball glass.) A hot bath and a long, cold drink always give me a brand-new outlook on life!"

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(ending) ordinary has happened!"