I bet you teach art or music?
[Blanche laughs delicately]
Of course I could be wrong. You might teach arithmetic.
Never arithmetic, sir, never arithmetic!
[with a laugh]
I don't even know my multiplication tables! No, I have the misfortune of being an English
instructor. I attempt to instill a bunch of bobby-soxers and drug-store Romeos with reverence for
Hawthorne and Whitman and Poe!
I guess that some of them are more interested in other things.
How very right you are! Their literary heritage is not what most of them treasure above all else!
But they're sweet things! And in the spring, it's touching to notice them making their first
discovery of love! As if nobody had ever known it before!
[The bathroom door opens and Stella comes out. Blanche continues talking to Mitch.]
Oh! Have you finished? Wait--I'll turn on the radio.
[She turns the knobs on the radio and it begins to play "Wien, Wien, nur du allein." Blanche
waltzes to the music with romantic gestures. Mitch is delighted and moves in awkward imitation
like a dancing bear.
[Stanley stalks fiercely through the portieres into the bedroom. He crosses to the small white
radio and snatches it off the table. With a shouted oath, he tosses the instrument out the window.]
Drunk--drunk--animal thing, you!
[She rushes through to the poker table]
All of you--please go home! If any of you have one spark of decency in you--