- William: [standing in front of the group] I'm spreading deviled ham onto a roll when my father comes in and asks me how are things going at school. I say "fine", he says "fine" isn't very descriptive. I say "how are things" isn't very explicit. He tells me not to be smart with him, and I thrust the knife into his throat. Only it's not sharp, so it barely pierces his skin. Holding his throat, gulping for air, the look of shock in his eyes only lasts for a second, then it's anger. He says something, I think it's "what are you doing", but I can't be sure, so I drive the knife again. This time into his stomach. It penetrates, he falls to the ground, I straddle his body and I start digging into the area beneath his rib cage. I just go. After a while he stops struggling, and I'm too tired to continue. His entire abdominal area looks like a gaping bloody hole.
- Edgar: Suicide, you committed suicide?
- Doris: I didn't have a choice. I was ruining their lives. The only way I could get out of bed was to drink. I went through a quart of gin every day.
- Edgar: He said you tortured them.
- Doris: My daughters find their dead mother hanging in a tree. Some might consider that torture.
- Doris: No. No, he's just saying that to ease his own guilt. He's convinced the rest of them would do the same.
- Doris: Torture or not, I know I did the right thing.
- Edgar: Don't say that. That can't be true.
- Doris: It is true. I need to believe that.
- Edgar: No. This is wrong. Neither of us belong here. Not with people like them.
- Doris: Oh yeah, then why'd she do it, Edgar? Why'd she poison you? Guessing it wasn't because you left the toilet seat up.
- Doris: They made me watch my funeral. That's where I went. I heard Rebecca tell the pastor that it was her fault that I killed myself.