[introduction, Hitchcock is in a supermarket where a cop gives him a ticket and walks off camera]
Himself - Host: He gave me this ticket for blocking an aisle during the rush hour. I don't understand. I was in the slow lane. I just stopped a moment at the condiment shelf where the store's have a get-acquainted sale on 'Low Calorie Calories'. Tonight's play is not unrelated to this milieu. It is called "Lamb to the Slaughter", but before we see it, the store has asked that I direct your attention to their very best bargain.
Himself - Host: Well, that's the way the old meatball bounces. As for Mary Malone, she would have gone scott-free if she hadn't tried to do in her second husband the same way. Unfortunately, he was the forgetful type and had forgotten to plug in the freezer. The meat was as soft as jelly. Speaking of plugs, that is precisely what our sponsor wants to do for his product, after which I'll wheel back.
Himself - Host: And now, ladies and gentlemen, those of us who work in television have a technical term for this part of the program. We call it the end. Next week, we shall be back with another story.
[a horn honks]
Himself - Host: I must be going. I can't risk another ticket. Good night.