Blanche: Look, I know how I feel about you, and I flatter myself to think that you feel the same way about me. Now, I could be coy, I could drop hints, but I'm past that. Jamie, when George died I began to feel incomplete. I tried to find what was missing, I tried to find it in another man. Men. Many, many men. But it just wasn't there, and then you happened, and it was as if George had just stepped right back into my life again. I just don't want to feel that incompleteness again. Oh, just listen to me. Am I carrying on? I don't know what got into me. No, I said I was not going to be coy, and I'm not. I'm gonna say what I mean, what I feel. I'm in love with you, Jamie.
Jamie: Well, Blanche, darling I do feel something for you. I think maybe I always have.
Blanche: I knew it.
Jamie: But I don't believe it's love. Not the way you mean it. The only thing we've talked about tonight and ever since I got here is George. Now, I loved him too, I looked up to him, I tried to be just like him but I couldn't. I couldn't be him then and I can't be him now. You're in love with the memory I brought back to you.