- Eve Ross: I don't care what happens to him.
- Chester Lacey: That's the problem! You don't care what happens
- Chester Lacey: When they catch me they'll ask me if I'm sorry I did it. My wife... yeah, I'm sorry about her, I wish I hadn't have done it, but that guy! He had it coming, so did she but it wouldn't have happened if it weren't for him!
- Jordan Ross: Your name's Lacy, right? Yes I read about you in the paper the other night. When you killed those two people, that was without premeditation, wasn't it?
- Chester Lacey: Yeah, but it won't matter now anyway.
- [introduction]
- Alfred Hitchcock: [Hitchcock is standing before a breakfast table for two] Good evening. I just happened upon this abandoned breakfast table. It was set for two persons and is complete down to the morning paper which was lying on the floor
- [picks up newspaper and sits down]
- Alfred Hitchcock: with incidentally a, er, bullet hole through it.
- [opens newspaper and wiggles his finger through the bullet hole]
- Alfred Hitchcock: It looks as though someone's husband missed the 8:20 this morning. In fact, he may have missed it for good,
- [closes newspaper and sits forward]
- Alfred Hitchcock: for the bullet appears to have struck him between the society section and the want ads. While you are watching tonight's show, "Guest For Breakfast", I think I shall help myself to some toast. First however, let us pause for the unseemly sight of a man toasting himself.
- [picks up a burnt piece of toast]
- [afterword]
- Alfred Hitchcock: [Hitchcock is sitting with his head in his hand when he realises the audience is watching] You know, there are times when I find myself wishing my television tube would blow out. I'm sure you have the same feeling but if you thought that was bad, you should have tasted this toast, burnt to a crisp.
- [holds up said toast]
- Alfred Hitchcock: However, it indicates to me that it was the wife, and not the husband who was the victim of this little faux pas de deux, and justifiably too. She was no cook, she was an arsonist. Next week, we shall be back with another story. Until then, good night.
- [starts buttering burnt toast]
- Eve Ross: If you need money, I...
- [opens her purse]
- Jordan Ross: He does, and you haven't got enough. I can outbid you.
- Jordan Ross: [seeing a man with a gun next to Eve] Well I remember you said something about wanting a warhead, but I rather expected poison.