I understand there's to be a little card party here tonight to which we ladies are...

[Blance enters into the spare bedroom and closes the curtain. She looks at her suitcase which is in complete disaray then she starts to undress and talks to Stanley who is sitting in the kitchen] Blanche: I understand there's to be a little card party here tonight to which we ladies are cordially not invited. Stanley: That's right. Blanche: Where is Stella? Stanley: She's out there on the porch. [Blanche walks over to the window and looks out. Across the street Stella is talking to someone. Blanche starts walking back to the curtain] Blanche: I'm going to ask a favor of you in a moment. Stanley: Well, what's that going to be, I wonder? Blanche: Well, some buttons in back. [She opens the curtain] Blanche: You may enter. [Stanley stands up and walks into the bedroom] Blanche: How do I look? Stanley: You look okay. Blanche: Many thanks. Now the buttons. [He puts the buttons on Stella's back] Stanley: [fumbles with them for a moment] I can't do no more with them. Blanche: You mean with your big clumsy fingers. May I have a drag of your cig? Stanley: Yeah, have one yourself. [hands her a cigarette] Blanche: Why thank you. It... It looks like my trunk has exploded. Stanley: Me and Stella was helping you unpack. Stanley: You certainly did a fast and thorough job of it. Stanley: Well, It certainly looks like you raided some stylish shops of Paris, Blanche. Blanche: Clothes are my passion. Stanley: How much does it cost for a string of furs like that? Blanche: Why, those were a tribute from an admirer of mine. Stanley: He must have had a lot of admiration. Blanche: Oh, in my youth I excited some admiration. But, look at me now. Would you think it possible that I was once considered to be attractive? Stanley: Your looks are okay. Blanche: I was fishing for a compliment, Stanley. Stanley: I don't go in for that stuff. Blanche: What stuff? Stanley: Compliments to women about their looks. I never met a dame yet that didn't know if she was good-looking or not without being told, and some of them give themselves credit for more than they've got. I once went out with a dame who told me, "I'm the glamorous type," she says, "I am the glamorous type." I say, "So what?" Blanche: And what did she say then? Stanley: She didn't say nothing. That shut her up like a clam. Blanche: Did it end the romance? Stanley: Well, It ended the conversation, that was all. You know that some men are taken in by all this Hollywood glamour and some men just aren't. Blanche: I'm sure you belong in the second category. Stanley: That's right. Blanche: I cannot imagine any witch of a woman casting a spell over you. Stanley: That's right. Blanche: You're simple, straightforward and honest, a little bit on the primitive side, I should think. To interest you a woman would have to... Stanley: Have to lay her cards out on the table. Blanche: Well I never did care for wishy-washy people. That was why when you walked in last night, I said to myself, "my sister has married a man". Of course that was all I could hope to... Stanley: [yells] How about cutting the re-bop!