The page numbers refer to my text, but I have left them in so that you can find the references to Stanley more easily.
|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|
|131||Stanley: How about my supper, huh?|
|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)|
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.|
|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.|
|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.|
|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|
|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!|
|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]|