A Serious Man2009

Dybbuk?:
I shaved hastily this morning and missed a bit-by you this makes me a dybbuk? It's true, I was sick with typhus when I stayed with Peselle, but I recovered, as you can plainly see, and now I-hugh! [She stabs him in the chest with an ice pick] What a wife you have!

Shtetl Husband:
Woman, what have you done?

Dybbuk?:
Why would she do such a thing? I ask you, Velvel, as a rational man: which of us is possessed?

Shtetl Wife:
What do you say now about spirits? He is unharmed!

Dybbuk?:
On the contrary! I don't feel at all well. [Blood begins to seep from his chest] One does a mitzvah and this is the thanks one gets?

Shtetl Husband:
Dora! Woe, woe! How can such a thing be!

Dybbuk?:
Perhaps I will have some soup. I am feeling weak. Or perhaps I should go. One knows when one isn't wanted.

Shtetl Husband:
Dear wife. We are ruined. Tomorrow they will discover the body. All is lost.

Shtetl Wife:
Nonsense, Velvel. Blessed is the Lord. Good riddance to evil.