[Angie comes home to find Ida praying]
Angie:
Hey, I thought you'd be sleepin'. Hey, Ida, what are you doin' up?
Ida:
Praying for the dead.
Angie:
Who died?
Ida:
Someone close...
Angie:
Anyone I know?
Ida:
YOU die!
[knocks him out with a frying pan]
Ida:
Twenty three years of suffering! So go marry an Italian. Stays out all night with some dumb whore. Catholics don't get divorced! Big deal. I died the day I married a goy! Now it's your turn Angie! Roast in Hell!
[starts shoving his head into the oven]
Ida:
I got one left over!
[shoves him inside and turns on the gas]
Ida:
Go meet your marries and Josephs!
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