“her delicate beauty must avoid a strong light. There is something about her uncertain manner, as well as her white clothes, that suggests a moth”.
Blanche sits in a chair very stiffly with her shoulders slightly hunched and her legs pressed close together
Blanche: You hear me? I said stand up! [Stella complies reluctantly] You messy child, you, you’ve splilt something on that pretty white lace collar!
Blanche: You see I still have that awful vanity about my looks even now that my looks are slipping! [she laughs nervously and looks at stella for reassurance]
Stella: when he’s away for a week I nearly go wild! Blanche: Gracious! Stella: And when he comes back I cry on his lap like a baby
Blanche’s dress, a flowered print, is laid out on Stella’s bed
STELLA: She’s soaking in a hot tub to quiet her nerves. She’s terribly upset.
Stanley’s gaudy pyjamas lie across the threshold of the bathroom
Have got to be seductive - put on soft colours, the colours of butterfly wings
did you know there was an army camp near Laurel and your sister’s was one of the ones called Out of Bounds
That pitch about your ideals being so old-fashioned and all the malarkey that you’ve dished out all summer. Oh I knew you weren’t sixteen anymore. But I was fool enough to think you were straight
You’re not clean enough to bring in the house with my mother
she has decked herself out in a somewhat soiled and crumpled white evening satin gown
It’s Della Robbia Blue
Those cathedral bells are the only clean things in the Quarter… I’m ready to go