- 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.
- [Joe trembles]
- 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.
- [hissing]
- 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.
- Joe: What?
- Patricia: I don't know!
- Joe: [begging and obviously frightened] Please take me to a hospital.
- 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!
- 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!
- [screams]
- 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.
- [to Marjorie]
- 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]