Scene 1
The page numbers refer to my text, but I have left them in so that you can find the references to Stanley more easily.
115 | [Elysian Fields] |
116 | Meat. Bowling. |
124 | Stella: a different species. |
125 | Stella: I can hardly stand it when he is away for a night … I cry on his lap like a baby. |
127 | Blanche: Where were you. In bed with your – Polak. |
128 | [Stanley throws the screen door of the kitchen open.
Animal joy in his being. the centre of his life has been pleasure with women … with the power and the pride of a richly feathered male bird his heartiness with men … appreciation of rough humour, his love of good drink and food and games, his car, his radio, everything that is his, that bears his emblem of the gaudy seed-bearer. He sizes women up at a glance, with sexual classifications, crude images] |
129 | [He holds the bottle to the light to observe its depletion]
[Starts to remove his shirt] |
130 | Stanley: I’ll strike you as the unrefined type |
Scene 2
131 | Stanley: How about my supper, huh? |
132 | [ominously] |
133 | when you’re swindled under the Napoleonic code, I’m swindled too.
Open your eyes to this stuff! |
134 | What is this sister of yours, a deep sea diver who brings up sunken treasures? |
135 | The Kowalskis and the DuBois have different notions |
137 | Blanche: You’re simple, straightforward and honest, a little bit on the primitive side … to interest you a woman would have to – (Stanley:) Lay |
139 | The touch of your hands insults them (the letters) |
141 | poker party |
Scene 3: the Poker Night
145 | Nobody’s going to get up.
loud thwack on his thigh |
147 | You hens cut out that conversation in there! |
148 | This game is Spit in the Ocean. |
154 | [with heaven-splitting violence]: STELLLAHHHH
[Then they come together with low animal moans] [he lifts her off her feet and bears her into the dark flat] |
155 | Mitch: There’s nothing to be scared of. They’re crazy about each other. |
Scene 4
162 | Stella: there are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark – that sort of make everything else seem – unimportant.
Blanche: What you are talking about is brutal desire Stella: I love him. |
163 | Blanche: bestial … an animal … an animal’s habits … sub-human … ape-like … survivor of the Stone Age … Bearing the raw meat home from the kill in the jungle … maybe he’ll strike you or maybe he’ll grunt and kiss you. |
164 | [Over her head he grins through the curtains at Blanche. |
Scene 7
186 | some canary bird, huh! |
187 | for the last year or two she has been washed up like poison. |
189 | It’s not my soul I’m worried about! |
191 | Her future is mapped out for her. |
Scene 8
194 | Stanley: ‘Pig – Polak – disgusting – vulgar – greasy!’
What do you two think you are? A pair of queens? |
195 | I am the king round here, so don’t forget it! [He hurls a cup and saucer to the floor.] My place is cleared! You want me to clear your places?
Stanley stalks out |
196 | get the coloured lights going |
197 | I am not a Polak … But what I am is one hundred percent American |
199 | Stella: people like you abused her |
Scene 10
209 | [He unbuttons his shirt] |
211 | Here’s something I always break out on special occasions like this! The silk pyjamas I wore on my wedding night! |
212 | Blanche: casting my pearls before swine.
There isn’t a goddam thing but imagination! … And lies and conceit and tricks! |
213 | I’ve been onto you from the start. You are the Queen of the Nile! … swilling down my liquor
[the night is filled with inhuman voices like cries in a jungle … walls have become transparent] |
214 | brilliant silk pyjamas |
215 | [He springs towards her] … Tiger – tiger! Drop the bottle-top! Drop it! We’ve had this date with each other from the beginning! |
Scene 11
216 | Eunice: Making pigs of yourselves |
223 | [He … seizes the paper lantern, tearing it off the light bulb, and extends it towards her. She cries out as if the lantern was herself.] |
226 | [voluptuously, soothingly … his fingers find the opening of her blouse.] Now, now, love. Now, love … [The luxurious sobbing, the sensual murmur fade away under the swelling music of the ‘blue piano’ and the muted trumpet] |