Blanche and her daughter Nora have not spoken to each other for
BLANCHE: I want to talk to you.
NORA: Now? It’s late.
BLANCHE: I know it’s late. We could have talked earlier if you didn’t come home a twelve o’clock at night.
[... … …]
BLANCHE: How can I answer that without you thinking I’m still depriving you?
NORA: I don’t know … Maybe you just did.
BLANCHE: I hope so, Nora. I pray to God it’s so.
For full extended scene, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: Neil Simon, Brighton Beach Memoirs, Samuel French, 1984, pp. 93-96
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