SC EN E IX
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A while later that evening. - - - • · -1• 1
~~ hJ te
BLAN CHE is seated in a tense hunched position
gonal green and white
in a bedro Ten ~~~ (µ ~ ~~a \Q. J beside chair is a bottle
stripes. S h ~ ~ • ab"l' f6-) 1e, the "Va rso uvia na," ~~
1t
of liquor /M.. _,-.:., , escape it and the sen se~ (\.~ ~
is heartl. "-~ or\ ~ Oc.) , the words of the song. '-.J
of Jisast ~~ 1{ \t)Ve. C.0 rr\tc)
An eled W( )
Mi; ~!~;..•r:-~ -:'-~) --~~
em ts: blue denim shirt and] no\. .La. LI -
to the door and rings. A' ~ Q.LJI(
pa~
Btj
BLANCHE: Who is if;pl c~r , - ? ") ~ "'
MITC H [hoarsely]: Me. ~tch . ~\\ ON U . -~ er . ~1¥\eii-
Tht polka tu,ie stop1.
BLAN CHE: Mitch!-Just a w ..
<eh>."" ~ ~
, A STRE ETCA R NAMED DESIRE
I
She r11sl1es abo11t frantic. ally, hidi11g the bottle in a clos•t er h·
"• ouc mg
at the mirror a11d dabh1ng her face with colognt and powdtr. Sh . j
so excited that her breath is at1dible as she dashes about. Al last :i
ntshes to the door in the kitche11 and lets him in.
-1"( \~ {b \:>eMitcl1!-Y'know,,...I really shouldn't let you iil afier
the treatment
uncavalicr ! But
'
n.. ~ ,I have received from you this evening! So utterly
\-\\: .s hello, beautiful I I ~ rId
She offers him her lips. He ;/ t,. _ ~ ~ S Co.
She looks fearfully after him '!U. lJn. ,~ h, , he.J7
My, my, what a cold shoul -l,> ~~a I'\ /fH"1j i.M.r"'~"'"
i __ L ___ _ , And such w1couth apparel' , U --. Cl\
Wt forgivable insult to a 1 ~ L t •.
Nl-('" I ~ lS
'\\ be
'because it's such a relief to I
1 t"V\_ ~tY \
w·' T~°' 1brfr..';
~ ~ ,.that I had caught in my h
\.. _ ~ \- in your head? Some wor~ .__
NL.\ €)~ on and 011 in your head? No, o f c 0 1 1 ~
~gel-puss, you'd never get anything awful caught. m you,
..
He stares at her while she follows him u,ltile s~ talks. It is obvious
that h~ has had afew drinks on the way over. d.)\ t:h ~ (
MITC H! Do we have to have that fan on? an~~sn~ ~
BLAN CHE: No!
I .. · 'tb MITC H: I don't like fans.
Then let's tum it olf, honey. I'm not partial to them!
BLAN CHE:
•
htr
(\l~ ~ She presses the switch and the fan nods slowly off. She clears
' J throat uneasily as MITC H plumps himself down on tk btd in the
bedroom and lights a cigarette. 1\0\-fo\\\-e ~M 0fe
• I don't know what there is to drink. I-hav en't ipvest igated!J
'- d , •
MITC H: I on t want Stans quor.
, Ii l'e
' t aAa. .in
~~- ,-
~.,.... .S BLAN CHE! It !sn't Stan's. Everything here isn t Stan's. Some things
Isn't your
~.., ~~ on the premises arc actually mine! How is your mother?
mother well? Gu\C,V: ~ l.1'f: ,l.)~e £¼
MITC H: Why? ,
BLAN CHE: Somcthing's the matte r tonigh t, but never mind. I wont
cross-examine the witness. I'll just -- [Sht touches her farthtad
rvagutly. The polka tune s/4rts~up~,._!fg!in~J-pretend~ I don't notice
,..__ ,. • an~ g different abo11t yo~! That- musi c again ... • l'lh. J•·ru
~l~ ~I~C H: ~ t music? OON\,t\,o,\~ ~~ ~'U # • J
o r~ ~ % ~ :~ ··-o\S~~
;
A while later that evening. - - - • · -1• 1
~~ hJ te
BLAN CHE is seated in a tense hunched position
gonal green and white
in a bedro Ten ~~~ (µ ~ ~~a \Q. J beside chair is a bottle
stripes. S h ~ ~ • ab"l' f6-) 1e, the "Va rso uvia na," ~~
1t
of liquor /M.. _,-.:., , escape it and the sen se~ (\.~ ~
is heartl. "-~ or\ ~ Oc.) , the words of the song. '-.J
of Jisast ~~ 1{ \t)Ve. C.0 rr\tc)
An eled W( )
Mi; ~!~;..•r:-~ -:'-~) --~~
em ts: blue denim shirt and] no\. .La. LI -
to the door and rings. A' ~ Q.LJI(
pa~
Btj
BLANCHE: Who is if;pl c~r , - ? ") ~ "'
MITC H [hoarsely]: Me. ~tch . ~\\ ON U . -~ er . ~1¥\eii-
Tht polka tu,ie stop1.
BLAN CHE: Mitch!-Just a w ..
<eh>."" ~ ~
, A STRE ETCA R NAMED DESIRE
I
She r11sl1es abo11t frantic. ally, hidi11g the bottle in a clos•t er h·
"• ouc mg
at the mirror a11d dabh1ng her face with colognt and powdtr. Sh . j
so excited that her breath is at1dible as she dashes about. Al last :i
ntshes to the door in the kitche11 and lets him in.
-1"( \~ {b \:>eMitcl1!-Y'know,,...I really shouldn't let you iil afier
the treatment
uncavalicr ! But
'
n.. ~ ,I have received from you this evening! So utterly
\-\\: .s hello, beautiful I I ~ rId
She offers him her lips. He ;/ t,. _ ~ ~ S Co.
She looks fearfully after him '!U. lJn. ,~ h, , he.J7
My, my, what a cold shoul -l,> ~~a I'\ /fH"1j i.M.r"'~"'"
i __ L ___ _ , And such w1couth apparel' , U --. Cl\
Wt forgivable insult to a 1 ~ L t •.
Nl-('" I ~ lS
'\\ be
'because it's such a relief to I
1 t"V\_ ~tY \
w·' T~°' 1brfr..';
~ ~ ,.that I had caught in my h
\.. _ ~ \- in your head? Some wor~ .__
NL.\ €)~ on and 011 in your head? No, o f c 0 1 1 ~
~gel-puss, you'd never get anything awful caught. m you,
..
He stares at her while she follows him u,ltile s~ talks. It is obvious
that h~ has had afew drinks on the way over. d.)\ t:h ~ (
MITC H! Do we have to have that fan on? an~~sn~ ~
BLAN CHE: No!
I .. · 'tb MITC H: I don't like fans.
Then let's tum it olf, honey. I'm not partial to them!
BLAN CHE:
•
htr
(\l~ ~ She presses the switch and the fan nods slowly off. She clears
' J throat uneasily as MITC H plumps himself down on tk btd in the
bedroom and lights a cigarette. 1\0\-fo\\\-e ~M 0fe
• I don't know what there is to drink. I-hav en't ipvest igated!J
'- d , •
MITC H: I on t want Stans quor.
, Ii l'e
' t aAa. .in
~~- ,-
~.,.... .S BLAN CHE! It !sn't Stan's. Everything here isn t Stan's. Some things
Isn't your
~.., ~~ on the premises arc actually mine! How is your mother?
mother well? Gu\C,V: ~ l.1'f: ,l.)~e £¼
MITC H: Why? ,
BLAN CHE: Somcthing's the matte r tonigh t, but never mind. I wont
cross-examine the witness. I'll just -- [Sht touches her farthtad
rvagutly. The polka tune s/4rts~up~,._!fg!in~J-pretend~ I don't notice
,..__ ,. • an~ g different abo11t yo~! That- musi c again ... • l'lh. J•·ru
~l~ ~I~C H: ~ t music? OON\,t\,o,\~ ~~ ~'U # • J
o r~ ~ % ~ :~ ··-o\S~~
