BLANCHE: He hates me. Or why would he insult me? The first time
I laid eyes on him I thought to myself, that man is my executioner I That man will destroy me, unless-
MITCH: Blanche-
BLANCHE: Yes, honey?
MITCH: Can I ask you a question?
BLANCHE: Yes. What?
MITCH: How old are you?
[She makes a nervous gesture.}
BLANCHE: Why do you want to know?