BLANCHE: Oh, that's right. You left before my wire came. STANLEY: You got a wire? BLANCHE: I received a telegram from an old admirer of mine. STANLEY: Anything good? BLANCHE: I think so. An invitation. STANLEY: What to? A fireman's ball? BLANCHE [throwing back her head]: A cruise of the Caribbean on a yacht! STANLEY: Well, well. What do you know? BLANCHE: I have never been so surprised in my life.
A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams 66 STANLEY: I guess not. BLANCHE: It came like a bolt from the blue! STANLEY: Who did you say it was from? BLANCHE: An old beau of mine. STANLEY: The one that give you the white fox-pieces? BLANCHE: Mr. Shep Huntleigh. I wore his ATO pin my last year at college. I hadn't seen him again until last Christmas. I ran into him on Biscayne Boulevard. Then--just now--this wire--inviting me on a cruise of the Caribbean! The problem is clothes. I tore into my trunk to see what I have that's suitable for the tropics! STANLEY: And come up with that--gorgeous--diamond--tiara? BLANCHE: This old relic? Ha-ha! It's only rhinestones. STANLEY: Gosh. I thought it was Tiffany diamonds. [He unbuttons his shirt.] BLANCHE: Well, anyhow, I shall be entertained in style. STANLEY: Uh-huh. It goes to show, you never know what is coming. BLANCHE: Just when I thought my luck had begun to fail me-- STANLEY: Into the picture pops this Miami millionaire. BLANCHE: This man is not from Miami. This man is from Dallas. STANLEY: This man is from Dallas? BLANCHE: Yes, this man is from Dallas where gold spouts out of the ground! STANLEY: Well, just so he's from somewhere! [He starts removing his shirt.] BLANCHE: Close the curtains before you undress any further. STANLEY [amiably]: This is all I'm going to undress right now. [He rips the sack off a quart beer bottle] Seen a bottle opener? [She moves slowly toward the dresser, where she stands with her hands knotted together.] I used to have a cousin who could open a beer bottle with his teeth. [Pounding the bottle cap on the corner of table] That was his only accomplishment, all he could do--he was just a human bottle-opener. And then one time, at a wedding party, he broke his front teeth off! After that he was so ashamed of himself he used t' sneak out of the house when company came....[The bottle cap pops off and a geyser of foam shoots up. Stanley laughs happily, holding up the bottle over his head.] Ha-ha! Rain from heaven! [He extends the bottle toward her]
A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams 67 Shall we bury the hatchet and make it a loving-cup? Huh? BLANCHE: No, thank you. STANLEY: Well, it's a red letter night for us both. You having an oil millionaire and me having a baby. [He goes to the bureau in the bedroom and crouches to remove something from the bottom drawer.] BLANCHE [drawing back]: What are you doing in here?