“Stanley carries his bowling jacket and a red stained package from the butchers”
Stella: [mildly] Don’t holler at me like that. Hi, mitch.
“he heaves the package at her. She cries out in protest but manages to catch it; then she laughs breathlessly”
Animal joy in his being implicit in all his movements and attitudes. Since earliest manhood the centre of his life has been pleasure with women.
The power and pride of a richly feathered male bird among hens
His embelem of the gaudy seed bearer; he sizes women up ata glance, with sexual classifications
Stanley: Not in my territory. Liquor goes fast in hot weather [he holds the bottle to the light to observe its depletion]
Stanley: My clthes’re stickin’ to me. Do you mind if I make myself comfortable? [he starts to remove his shirt]
She (Stella) jumps up and kisses him which he accepts with a lordly composure
STELLA: ...you don’t know how ridiculous you are being when you suggest that my sister or I or anyone of our family could have perpetrated a swindle on anyone.
[he stalks into the bedroom, and she follows him]
STANLEY: since when do you give me orders?
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- [she pauses with an indefinite gesture] STANLEY: [slowly] Lay… her cards on the table
[she sprays herself with her atomizer; then playfully sprays him with it. he seizes the atomizer and slams it down on the dresser.]
BLANCHE; I laughed and treated it all as a joke, called him a little boy and laughed- and flirted. Yes- I was flirting with your husband Stella!
[there is a picture of Van Gogh’s of a billiard picture at night. The kitchen now suggests that sort of lurid, nocturnal brilliance, the raw colours of a childhood’s spectrum]
[They are men at the peak of their physical manhood, as coarse and direct as the primary colours]
MITCH: She says to go out, so I go, but I don’t enjoy it. All the while I keep wondering how she is. STANLEY: Aw, for God’s sake, go home then
MITCH: You are all married, but I’ll be alone when she goes.
STELLA: [sharply] That’s not fun, Stanley. [The men laugh]
STANLEY: And when he goes home he’ll deposit them in the piggy bank his mother gave him for Christmas
he subsides and is limp in their grasp. They speak quietly and lovingly to him and he leans his face on one of their shoulders.
MITCH: You just blew your top, Stan
STELLA: In the first place, when men are drinking and playing poker anything can happen
My Rosenkavalier! Bow to me first!
Samson! Lift me.
Mitch is a buddy of mine, we were in the same outfit together. Two forty first engineers
What do you think you are? A pair of queens? Remember what Huey Long said-”Every Man is a King”