Blanche Quote #1119

Quote from Blanche in Witness

Blanche: I just want to go on record as saying I am against this. That Cheeseman character could be following Miles, and there's no telling what he would do to me for information.
Dorothy: Blanche, you are really so self-centered. In the first place, no gangster is going to come here. And secondly, Blanche, this is important to Rose. Aren't you interested in Rose's happiness?
Rose: Happiness? I'm supposed to be happy? Just when I was getting on with my life, Miles shows up, and for a visit. He can't even stay. How am I gonna move on? How is my heart ever supposed to heal with Miles here?
Blanche: Do you really think I'm self-centered?

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Blanche: Well, I am Blanche Devereaux, nee Hollingsworth, of Atlanta, daughter of Curtis Hollingsworth and Samantha Roquet of Augusta and Shreveport, daughter of- I can't do it. I- Daughter of Feldman. I'm a Feldman, damn it. Of Buffalo. [all gasp] Oh, ladies, now, please, I beg of you. Let us put aside our ancient prejudices and change these rules. Oh, ladies, let my people in.

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Blanche: Oh, Dorothy, good, I'm glad you're here. I want you to help me go through these papers I sent for. They're to authenticate my family tree.
Dorothy: Oh.
Blanche: Well, tomorrow I have to present it out loud at the "Daughters of the Old South" initiation banquet.
Dorothy: Oh, Blanche, you're not really gonna go through with this, are you?
Blanche: Well, indeed I am. This club is a link to the proudest of all heritages. I remember, growin' up in Atlanta, how all of us girls used to pretend to be Confederate belles, and we'd receive gentleman callers. Got to be like a competition. In fact, I once received seven callers in one evening.
Dorothy: I'm just thinking out loud, but isn't Atlanta where the Center for Disease Control is?
Blanche: Coincidence.

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Dorothy: Oh, honey, I hope you're not too upset about not fitting in with those dreadful people today.
Blanche: Those small-minded peckerwoods aren't real Southerners. I am a real Southerner. Real Southerners are compassionate people. They're wise and gentle, and they sit around on porch swings, regaling with stories of Abraham and Moses and all the other people who worked on the plantation.