Jekyll

Hyde:
[talking about Tom] Search me, love, he was in here a minute ago. Turn my back and whoosh, not even a tip on the dresser - men! Oh, this feels so peaceful, love it. No more boring little doctor yapping away in the corner. Honestly, you have no idea; "don't do this," "don't do that," "don't kill her," "your turn to shave," and if I had another argument about who was biting the fingernails - Oh! Did that bug you, the fingernails, did he do that when he was with you? We should talk, you and me - we're fellow sufferers, we should have a cup of coffee and have a good old chin-wag about him. The wife, and the ex, girls together, all friends now - the bastard's dead.