I'm watching Streetcar Named Desire. I'm too drunk to include the link, just go to IMDB find it yourself.

I once had a conversation with a vivacious woman. She thought that James Dean was the most attractive thing ever. I countered with Brando in this film. She braved my challenge and watched it with me, she still sided with Dean; She gave her weakness for men with 'issues' as an excuse.

Brando’s strong arms… I’m never sure if I want to be held by those arms or hold with them.

“They told me to take a streetcar named Desire, then transfer to one called Cemeteries, and ride six blocks and get off at Elysian Fields.”

I think I’m more like Stella.