Blanche: 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? Stanley: Your looks are okay. Blanche: I was fishing for a compliment Stanley. Stanley: I don't go in for that stuff. Blanche: What stuff? Stanley: Compliments to women about their looks. I never met a dame yet that didn't know if she was good lookin' or not without bein' told, and some of them 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?" Blanche: And what did she say then? Stanley: She didn't say nothin'. That shut her up like a clam. Blanche: Did it end the romance? Stanley: It ended the conversation that was all.