Joe: Look at her, and look at me... who did what to who?
Joe: [after his fake story about him and Marjorie to her roommates] Jesus, I'm so sorry that this thing happened today. And I forgive you, Marjorie.
Marjorie: [Marjorie flies into a rage and attacks Joe, seeing the sheath for his knife] What is this? What is this?
Joe: [Pat recoils in horror as Marjorie holds it up to his face] I use it for work. I cut open boxes in the warehouse.
Marjorie: [menacingly] Cut boxes, huh?
[holds it closer to Joe's face]
Marjorie: Cuts them good, huh? It's the kind of knife they use to gut a deer.
[She cuts the phone cord binding his hands and feet together, proving its sharpness]
Patricia: [cautiously] Wait.
Marjorie: [turning on Joe with his own words] Smile.
Marjorie: Smile. Nicer. Don't make your lips tight.
[slaps him hard]
Marjorie: Did I hurt you?
[holds knife to his throat]
Joe: [panicked] Patty, make her stop!
Marjorie: [menacing] Now, kiss me. And tell me you want to make love.
Joe: [frightened] What?
Marjorie: Say it.
Marjorie: Say it.
[strikes him in the face]
Marjorie: Say it.
Terry: [Pat is taking Joe out of the fireplace and helping him into a chair] Pat, I'd be careful.
Joe: [grateful] God bless you.
Joe: [Pat applies a washcloth and water to Joe's eye] Oh, God... is it bad?
Joe: [Pat nods] Am I going to go blind?
Patricia: I don't know.
Patricia: I don't know!
Joe: [begging and obviously frightened] Please take me to a hospital.
Marjorie: [Margie plunges knife into chair cushion beneath Joe's crotch] Tell them what happened
[she yanks him to his feet]
Marjorie: or I'll cut them off! Tell them!
Marjorie: Tell them! Tell them! Tell them!
Joe: [anguished] I watched the house! I stole the letters!
[he falls to his knees, Marjorie grabs him by the hair and holds his knife to his throat]
Marjorie: And what else?
Joe: [breaking down] I... I came here to kill you... and Patty... and Terry.
[Terry and Patty look on, horrified]
Joe: Linda Martinez, Paula Mikowski, Marie Parks...
[Marjorie runs knife across his throat, Joe screams and falls to floor, sobbing, but realizing he's not hurt]
Joe: Thank you... thank you. The first time I did it... my wife, she's reading the paper. She says 'Joe, did you fix the back door? 'Cause I don't want no raper coming in here.' And I says, 'don't worry honey, he don't want you'. And I fixed the back door real good... so that the raper don't get her. Oh, God.
Patricia: [tears running down her face] Marjorie...
Marjorie: Go get the police.
Terry: [Pat nods] Oh, God.
Terry: I'll stay. I'll stay with you.
Marjorie: [softly] Go with Pat.
Terry: I'm sorry.
[Marjorie nods... they leave... she turns Joe around and guides him back to the fireplace, where he takes a fetal position... she turns on a lamp and sits down near him with a look of triumph on her face... end credits]
Joe: [after Marjorie has sprayed the insect repellent in his eyes and bound his hands, he staggers to stand] Where are you? What did you put in my fucking eyes! Bitch. You fucking bitch, I'll kill you. I'll kill you.
[walks into kitchen, where tea kettle is whistling]
Joe: Where are you, you fucking cunt?
[Marjorie pours the hot water in his face and hits him with the kettle... he falls and she binds his feet to his wrists]
Joe: What're you doing? Where are you going?
[she runs outside to Terry's car]
Joe: Go ahead! Go ahead and call the cops! You can't prove a fucking thing! You got no witnesses! You got no cum up your snatch! You got nothing, pussy! They gotta Miranda me and let me go!
Terry: [clinching bottle and cigarette] Maybe we should make up a story?
Patricia: Do we have something to be afraid of?
Terry: [scared] They're going to lock us all up and throw away the keys!
Patricia: Shut up idiot!
Terry: [yelling] You shut up!
Patricia: [kneeling] Marjorie, a man is badly hurt and you don't have a case.
Marjorie: That's why I have a hammer.
Patricia: Okay. Let's talk about the hammer?