Blanche: They caught them. They caught the scum.
Dorothy: That's wonderful!
Blanche: It is for you. They found your stole. They didn't find my jewels.
Dorothy: Oh, honey, I'm sorry.
Blanche: They can sell my jewelry, you see. It's worth somethin'. Who would want that thing? Nobody wears stoles anymore. My mama's jewels, out there on the black market, being fondled by filth. I just can't wait to testify in court. I want to see those guys fry.