A Streetcar Named Desire1951

Blanche DuBois:
You're married to a madman.

Stella:
I wish you'd stop taking it for granted that I'm in something I want to get out of.

Blanche DuBois:
What you are talking about is desire - just brutal Desire. The name of that rattle-trap streetcar that bangs through the Quarter, up one old narrow street and down another.

Stella:
Haven't you ever ridden on that streetcar?

Blanche DuBois:
It brought me here. Where I'm not wanted and where I'm ashamed to be.

Stella:
Don't you think your superior attitude is a little out of place?

Blanche DuBois:
May I speak plainly?... If you'll forgive me, he's common... He's like an animal. He has an animal's habits. There's even something subhuman about him. Thousands of years have passed him right by, and there he is. Stanley Kowalski, survivor of the Stone Age, bearing the raw meat home from the kill in the jungle. And you - you here waiting for him. Maybe he'll strike you or maybe grunt and kiss you, that's if kisses have been discovered yet. His poker night you call it. This party of apes.