Extremities

Joe:
Look at her, and look at me... who did what to who?

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 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] 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] Smile. Nicer. Don't make your lips tight. [slaps him hard] 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] Say it. [strikes him in the face] Say it.

Marjorie:
[Margie plunges knife into chair cushion beneath Joe's crotch] Tell them what happened [she yanks him to his feet] or I'll cut them off! Tell them! [screams] 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] 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] 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] 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 f***ing eyes! B*tch. You f***ing b*tch, I'll kill you. I'll kill you. [walks into kitchen, where tea kettle is whistling] Where are you, you f***ing c*nt? [Marjorie pours the hot water in his face and hits him with the kettle... he falls and she binds his feet to his wrists] What're you doing? Where are you going? [she runs outside to Terry's car] Go ahead! Go ahead and call the cops! You can't prove a f***ing thing! You got no witnesses! You got no cum up your snatch! You got nothing, p*ssy! 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?

Patricia:
Terry, [checking the medicine] this isn't atropine?

Terry:
Yeah, well it's a prescription drug. You need a doctor's signature.

Marjorie:
No talking to the animal!