Scene 2

• Stanley: How about my supper, huh? I'm not going to no Galatoires' for supper!
• /Blanche's dress, a flowered print, is laid out on Stella's bed.
• Stella [vaguely]: Oh, it had to be - sacrificed or something.
• Stella: And admire her dress and tell her she's looking wonderful. That's important with Blanche. Her little weakness!
• Stanley: Have you ever heard of the Napoleonic code? [...] Let me enlighten you on a point or two, baby.
• Stella: Not sold - /lost, lost!/
• [He pulls open the wardrobe trunk standing in the middle of the room and jerks out a handful of dresses]

  [...] Stanley: Where are your fox pieces Stella?
• Stanley: The treasure chest of a pirate! [...] Pearls! ropes of them! [...] And diamonds! a crown for an empress!
• [Stella goes out on the porch. Blanche comes out of the bathroom in a red satin robe.]
• [He lights a cigarette]

  [...] Blanche: May I have a drag on your cig?
• Stanley: Since when did you give me orders?

  [...] Stanley: You're damn tootin' I'm going to stay here.
• Blanche: Why, those were a tribute from an admirer of mine!
• Blanche: To interest you a woman would have to- [she pauses with an indefinite gesture}

  Stanley: Lay... her cards on the table
• Stella: [calling from the steps] Stanley! you come out here and let Blanche finish dressing!
• Blanche: Honey, do me a favour. Run to the drug store and get me a lemon-coke with plenty of chipped ice in it - Will you do that for me, Sweetie?
• Blanche: These are love-letters, yellowing with antiquity, all from one boy.
• Blanche: I hurt him in the way that you would like to hurt me
• Blanche: our improvident grandfathers and fathers and uncles and brothers exchanged the land for their epic fornications
• Stanley: especially now that she's going to have a baby

  [The 'blue piano' sounds louder.}
• Blanche: Yes - I was flirting with your husband, Stella!
• Stella: But maybe he's what we need to mix our blood now that we've lost Belle Reve
• Blanche: I ought to go there on a rocket that never comes down.
• [Blanche utters a sharp, frightened cry and shrinks away]
• Blanche: Which way do we - go now - Stella?
• Blanche: The blind are - leading the blind!