[about his wife and his plan to murder her]
Sam Stone:
I had to live with that squealing, corpulent little toad all these years. God, I hate that woman. I - I - I hate the way she licks stamps! I hate her furniture! And I hate that little sound she makes when she sleeps.
[Sam imitates a whining nasal sound]
Sam Stone:
Ugh! And that filthy little shitbag dog of hers... "Muffy"!
Carol:
Aren't you scared?
Sam Stone:
Scared? Hell, no. I'm looking FORWARD to it. My only regret, Carol, is that the plan isn't more violent.
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