一段对话: “I guess it was Rose who broke my mother’crystal carafe?” “No,it was me.” “How did it happen?” “I took it down.It wasn’t on purpose.” “What for?” “To fill it with water.” The father: “Seven years of bad luck.” “Really?” The mother: “No.That’s for broken mirrors.” Betty: “Shall I try to glue it?” “It’s smithereens.” The father, “Not everything’s fixable,right?”