A Streetcar named Desire

with Marlon Brando and Vivien Leigh

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How do I look?
You look OK.
Many thanks! Now the buttons!
Well, I can't do no more.
You mean with your big clumsy fingers. May I have a drag on your cig?
Yes, have one yourself.
Well, thank you! Look at that. It looks like my trunks has exploded.
Me an' Stella was helping you unpack.
You certainly did a fast and thorough job of it.
Well, it certainly looks like you raided some stylish shops of Paris, Blanche.
Clothes are my passion!
How much does it cost for a string of fur like that?
Why, those were a tribute from an admirer of mine!
He must have had a lot of admiration!
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?
You looks OK.
I was fishing for a compliment, Stanley.
I don't go in for that stuff.
What stuff?
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 there are some of them that 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?"