MITCH [heavily]: That's-good.
[She enters the bedroom with the drinks and the candle.]
BLANCHB: Sit down! Why don't you take off your coat and loosen your collar?
MITCH: I better leave it on.
BLANCHB: No. I want you to be comfortable.
MITCH: I am ashamed of the way I perspire. My shirt is sticking to me.