Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Feel all right? - Wonderful, honey.

You must be Stanley.

I don't know why I screamed.

- Why, you're light as a feather. - You may release me now.

"This woman is morally unfit for her position."

You certainly did a fast and thorough job of it.

I knew you weren't 16, but I was fool enough to believe you was straight!

Oh, my darling. Now, let me look at you. But don't you look at me, Stella. No, no!

Maybe he's what we need to mix with our blood now we've lost Belle Reve...

There's a lady with him.

He had those on when you met him?

Well, I hope you're pleased with your doings.

I got a lawyer acquaintance, we'll study this out.

What are they gonna do to her?

- Where are the papers, in your trunk? - Everything I own is in that trunk.

I was sort of thrilled by it.

It's that music again.

I want to know why!

But listen, she pulled the wool over your eyes just as much as Mitch's.

I bet you were born under Aries.

It's a Barnum and Bailey world

Oh, I thought it was Tiffany's diamonds.

- I understand you're going on a trip. - Yes.

I tell what ought to be truth and if that is sinful, then let me be punished for it.

the Seven Sisters...

He was glad to do it.

Listen, I'm gonna bet you there's a thousand dollars invested in this stuff.

maybe just a few months, and she worries because I'm not settled.

Well, it just goes to show you, Blanche, you never know what's coming.

Hey, what do you got them fine feathers on for?

Will he be back?

- Have you got any cigs? - Oh, sure.

What's in your mind?

Stella, I can't meet him now. Not till I've bathed and rested.

I appreciate your gallantry.

- Hey, Mitch! - Coming!

and then to a show because it's your poker night.

What are you thinking of? What's in the back of that little boy's mind of yours?

- You'll what? - Some awful thing will happen. It will!

- Do you know that one upstairs? - Oh, yes.

- Why, you're not too heavy. - You don't think I am?

- Will it be decent? - Oh, Stanley's Polish, you know.

Stella, wait. Wait till I powder.

that he used to sneak out of the house when company came.

All of those deaths, the long parade to the graveyard.

I won't descend to the level of such a cheap accusation to answer...

Now, that's how I'm gonna clear the table.

She wasn't expecting to find us in such a place.

I didn't think you liked my stories, Blanche.

What were you doing?

Hydrotherapy, they call it.

How is she dressed?

Stand back. Don't you come toward me another step, or I'll...

When he got home, she was waiting.

What sign were you born under?

as our flag in this dark march toward whatever it is we're approaching.

Wait. Come here. Take it easy.

Was the house itself.

The name of that rattletrap streetcar that bangs through the Quarter.

- Gracious. - When he comes back...

All ran and gathered about the terrible thing at the edge of the lake.

Why don't you wait here till that game breaks up.

If it's not too crushed, I'll wear it. And on the lapel...

- What did you want to do that for? - So I can see you, good and plain.

I don't know any refined enough for your taste.

- Shh. She'll hear you. - I don't care if she hears me.

under Napoleonic Code, I get swindled too. I don't like to get swindled.

Oh, I'll go and see what I can find in the way of...

- Let me enlighten you on a point or two. - Yes?

- Shep Huntleigh. - No, honey, not yet.

- It was lost on a mortgage. - That must have been what happened.

Well, what do you teach? What subject?

Quick, before I start screaming.

Can I have another bath towel to dry my hair with? I just washed it.

That I've been stood up by anyone. Ha, ha.

softly... and sweetly on your mouth.

Suddenly, in the middle of the dance, the boy I married broke away from me...

Hey, where is she now?

Regrets, recriminations.

You don't have to wise me up!

ONE OF MY FAVOURITES MOMENTS IN THE HISTORY OF THE CINEMA BUT MARLON BRANDO SAYING 'THAT'S GOOD' IS MISSING

Our ways of life are too different, our backgrounds are incompatible.

Samson. Go on, lift me.

But I suppose I was asking...

I've never seen you in the afternoon.

That's if anyone's sober enough to drive a car.

So I could twist the broken end in your face.

No. No, thank you.

Mr. Kowalski is too busy making a pig of himself to think of anything else.

Who is it, please?

just enough to make him want me.

Stanley Kowalski, survivor of the Stone Age.

Only you have to be careful to dive where the deep pool is.