“You'll get along fine together, if you'll just try not to—well—compare him with men that we went out with at home. BLANCHE: Is he so—different? STELLA: Yes. A different species.
BLANCHE: In what way; what's he like? STELLA: Oh, you can't describe someone you're in love with!
Here's a picture of him! [She hands a photograph to Blanche.]
BLANCHE: An officer? STELLA: A Master Sergeant in the Engineers' Corps. Those are decorations!