SOENE SEVEN STELLA: I said, Is Mitch through with her? [Blanche's voice is lifted again, serenely as a bell. She sings "But it wouldn't be make-believe if you believed in me.'1 STANLEY: No, I don't think he's necessarily through with wised up! STELLA: Stanley, she thought Mitch w_going to-going to marry her. I was hoping so, too. . . . STANLEY: Well, he's not going to marry her. Maybe he was, but he's not going to jump in a tank with a school of sharks-now! [He rises] Blanche! Oh, Blanche! Can I please get in my bathroom? [There is a pause.] BLANCHE: Yes, indeed, .sir! Can you wait one second while I dry? STANLEY: Having waited one hour I guess one second ought to pass in a hurry. STELLA: And she hasn't got her job? Well, what will she do! STANLEY: She's not stayin' here after Tuesday. You know that, don't you? Just to make sure I bought her ticket myself. A bus-ticket! STELLA: In the first place, Blanche wouldn't go on a bus. STANLEY: She'll go on a bus and like it. STELLA: No, she won't, no, she won't, Stanleyl STANLEY: She'll go! Period. P .S. She'll go Tuesday! STELLA [slowly]: Whafll---,ilie---<io? What on earth will she-do! 104 SOENE SEVEN STANLEY: Her future is mapped out for her. STELLA: What do you mean? [Blanche sings.] STANLEY: Hey, canary bird! Toots! Get OUT of the BATHROOMl [The bathroom door flies open and Blanche emerges with a gay peal of /aughter, but as Stanley crosses past her, a frightened look appears on her face, almost a look of panic. He doesn't look at her -but slams the bathroom door shut as he goes in.] BLANCHE [snatching up a hair-brush]: Ob, I feel so good after my long, hot bath, I feel so good .