American Violence

[first lines]

Richard Morton: Margaret. What the hell am I supposed to do with this?

[holding up his toast]

Margaret: [from the other room] Doctor's orders, honey. No saturated fat.

Richard Morton: Ma'am, that doctor is a hack. And he's pathetic. He shouldn't even have a license. Stop listening to the doctor. Jesus. You give me bread? First of all it's not toasted, second of all it's peanut butter without any jam. How do you expect me to swallow this or get it down? How many goddamn times do I have to tell you that? Get your nose out of a cookbook and learn to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Margaret: Keep talking like that and you'll be making your own sandwiches.

Richard Morton: What did you say? What was that?

[man suddenly begins stabbing him from behind]