Murder, She Wrote, Season 7

Rita Garrison:
[after being exposed as the murderer] At least he didn't drop Latin phrases at the dinner table, or whistle Mozart in the shower. At least he was a real man. And he made me feel like a woman. Ralph phoned me that night. He wanted to get back together. Drew was in bed with one of his silly colds. Ralph was wet, dirty. He'd been drinking. He thought he could just snap his fingers and everything would be the same as it was. Then he told me he'd been with Trudy, and she'd turned him down. Suddenly I saw him for what he was. I felt unclean. And then he put those filthy hands on me and ... I don't even remember when I grabbed the scissors!