“So I can take a look at you good and plain! BLANCHE: Of course you don't really mean to be insulting! MITCH: No, just realistic. BLANCHE: I don't want realism. I want magic! [Mitch laughs] Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don't tell truth, I tell what ought to be truth. And if that is sinful, then let me be damned for it!—Don't turn the light on!
[Mitch crosses to the switch. He turns the light on and stares at her. She cries out and covers her face. He turns the light off again.]
MITCH [slowly and bitterly]: I don't mind you being older than what I thought.”