Rose: [who has just knocked over one of Blanche’s vases] Blanche, I am so sorry. Oh, I’ll buy you another one.
Blanche: Oh, well, don’t feel bad, I never really liked it much anyway.
Blanche: It’s just that my grandmother gave this to me.
Blanche: On her deathbed.
Blanche: She was very, very sick for a very, very long time.
Blanche: I loved her very, very much.
Dorothy: Blanche, why don’t you just grind the broken pieces in her hand?