A Streetcar Named Desire
Compliments to women about their looks. I never met a woman that didn’t know if she was good-looking or not without being told, and some of them give themselves credit for more than they’ve got. I once went out with a doll who said to me, "I am the glamorous type, I am the glamorous type!" I said. "So what?" (2.103)
…After all, a woman’s charm is fifty percent illusion… (2.129)
Well this somebody named Shaw is under the impression he met you in Laurel, but I figure he must have got you mixed up with some other party because this other party is someone he met at a hotel called the Flamingo.
I’m afraid he does have me mixed up with this "other party." The Hotel Flamingo is not the sort of establishment I would dare to be seen in! (5.38-9)