MEREDITH: I can see a light outside, Albert.
ALBERT: Yes, Meredith, I see it also. But what the devil...
F/X: A LOUD CRASH.
ALBERT: My God, Meredith! It’s Peter, your husband!
MEREDITH: Peter! What are you doing bursting suddenly into the room with a gun in your hand and a look of fury on your face?
PETER: I’m furious, Meredith. In fact, I’m pointing this gun at you right now.
ALBERT: Don’t worry, Meredith, I’ll wrestle him to the ground.
F/X: A TUSSLE.
MEREDITH: You’re fighting him, Albert!
ALBERT: Yes, and I’m winning, too.
PETER: You have your foot on my windpipe and you are overpowering me.