Look out! YOU SON OF A BITCH! Now, Norma... NOBODY PUTS SOAP IN MY MOUTH, NOT EVEN MY...

King Marchand: [being pursued by an enraged Norma, who is foaming at the mouth. Squash gets out of bed] Look out! Norma: YOU SON OF A BITCH! [throws a vase] 'Squash' Bernstein: Now, Norma... Norma: NOBODY PUTS SOAP IN MY MOUTH, NOT EVEN MY MOTHER! [throws a flower pot] 'Squash' Bernstein: You're being very childish... Norma: I'M GONNA KILL HIM! I'M GONNA KILL YOU TOO, YOU BIG, MUSCLE-BOUND... [throws another flower pot] 'Squash' Bernstein: Now, listen you have to learn to control yourself... Norma: OH! I'LL KILL... [grabs an ornamental spear and charges] 'Squash' Bernstein: Oh, SHIT! Norma: THIS IS IT! I'M GONNA KILL YOU... [Squash runs into the bathroom with King just as Norma rams the door] Norma: LET ME IN THERE! King Marchand: You and your ideas! "Why don't you take her to Paris with you, Boss?" 'Squash' Bernstein: I just thought she'd help you relax! King Marchand: NEVER help me relax! 'Squash' Bernstein: Then send her home! King Marchand: Why don't you ever come up with a really good idea? 'Squash' Bernstein: For instance? King Marchand: YOU send her home!