BLANCHE:
And that--that makes it all right?
STELLA:
No, it isn't all right for anybody to make such a terrible row, but--people do sometimes. Stanley's
always smashed things. Why, on our wedding night--soon as we came in here--he snatched off
one of my slippers and rushed about the place amashing the light bulbs with it.
BLANCHE:
He did--what?
STELLA:
He smashed all the light bulbs with the heel of my slipper!
[She laughs.]
BLANCHE:
And you--you let him? Didn't run, didn't scream?
STELLA:
I was--sort of--thrilled by it.
[She waits for a moment.]
Eunice and you had breakfast'
BLANCHE:
Do you suppose I wanted my breakfast?
STELLA:
There's some coffee left on the stove.
BLANCHE:
You're so--matter of fact about it, Stella.
STELLA:
What other can I be? He's taken the radio to get it fixed. It didn't land on the pavement so only
one tube was smashed.
BLANCHE:
And you are standing there smiling!
STELLA:
What do you want me to do?
BLANCHE:
Pull yourself together and face the facts.
STELLA:
What are they, in your opinion?
BLANCHE:
In my opinion? You're married to a madman!
STELLA:
No!
BLANCHE:
Yes, you are, your fix is worse than mine is! Only you're not being sensible about it. I'm going to
do something. Get hold of myself and make myself a new life!
STELLA:
Yes?
BLANCHE:
But you've given in. And that isn't right, you're not old! You can get out.
STELLA [slowly and emphatically]:
I'm not in anything I want to get out of.
BLANCHE [incredulously]:
What--Stella?
STELLA:
I said I am not in anything that I have a desire to get out of. Look at the mess in this room!