Vivien Leigh and the Stolen Dionysus Mask

She blasted the set in a voluminous rage. It disturbed all present as she remained in character throughout, the soft Southern accent she'd carefully cultivated roaring now to such a height it left them speechless. Nobody expected this from Vivien, let alone Blanche.

'Whomever's in unlawful possession of that mask best reveal their cowardly action this instant, I swear by Heaven above.'

Kazan tried to calm her, but she nearly took his head off.

An enchanted treasure unlike anything before seen, the mask had roamed thespian history, falling only into the hands of selected performers. To those selected, it revealed the veiled secrets of the human play, the meanings of its comedy, its tragedy, its music.

'Saints preserve me, if that mask is not returned directly, I will walk from this set in earnest. This streetcar has no desire to further travel this dark road of criminality.'

Brando and Olivier were spotted outside having a tug-of-war with the damn thing.