A Streetcar Named DesireVideo Cassette - 1996
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Stanley (to Blanche): Take a look at yourself here in a worn out Mardi Gras outfit, rented for 50 cents from some rag picker. And with a crazy crown on. Now what kind of a queen do you think you are? Do you know that I've been on to you from the start, and not once did you pull the wool over this boy's eyes? You come in here and you sprinkle the place with powder and you spray perfume and you stick a paper lantern over the light bulb - and, lo and behold, the place has turned to Egypt and you are the Queen of the Nile, sittin' on your throne, swillin' down my liquor. And do you know what I say? Ha ha! DO YOU HEAR ME? HA HA HA!!!
Blanche: You're married to a madman. Stella: I wish you'd stop taking it for granted that I'm in something I want to get out of. Blanche: What you are talking about is desire - just brutal desire. The name of that rattle-trap streetcar that bangs through the Quarter, up one old narrow street and down another. Stella: Haven't you ever ridden on that streetcar? Blanche: It brought me here. Where I'm not wanted and where I'm ashamed to be.
Stella: Don't you think your superior attitude is a little out of place? Blanche: May I speak plainly?...If you'll forgive me, he's common... He's like an animal. He has an animal's habits. There's even something subhuman about him. Thousands of years have passed him right by, and there he is. Stanley Kowalski, survivor of the Stone Age, bearing the raw meat home from the kill in the jungle. And you - you here waiting for him. Maybe he'll strike you or maybe grunt and kiss you, that's if kisses have been discovered yet. His poker night you call it. This party of apes.
Blanche: Oh, in my youth I excited some admiration. But look at me now! Would you think it possible that I was once considered to be attractive? Stanley: Your looks are okay. Blanche: I was fishing for a compliment Stanley. Stanley: I don't go in for that stuff. Blanche: What stuff? Stanley: Compliments to women about their looks. I never met a dame yet that didn't know if she was good lookin' or not without bein' told, and some of them give themselves credit for more than they've got. I once went out with a dame who told me: "I'm the glamorous type", she says. "I am the glamorous type!" I say: "So What?" Blanche: And what did she say then? Stanley: She didn't say nothin'. That shut her up like a clam. Blanche: Did it end the romance? Stanley: It ended the conversation that was all.
Stanley: You know that some men are taken in by all this Hollywood glamour and some just aren't. Blanche: I'm sure you belong in the second category. Stanley: That's right. Blanche: I cannot imagine any witch of a woman casting a spell over you. Stanley: That's right. Blanche: You're simple, straightforward and honest, a little bit on the primitive side, I should think. To interest you a woman would have to... Stanley: To lay her cards out on the table. Blanche: Well I never did care for wishy-washy people. That was why when you walked in last night, I said to myself, "my sister has married a MAN". Of course that was all I could hope to... Stanley: (He yells at her) How about cutting the rebop!
Blanche DuBois: This old maid, she had a parrot that cursed a blue streak and knew more vulgar expressions than Mr. Kowalski.
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