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