Chicago (2002)

Now, I'm standing in the kitchen carving up the chicken for dinner, minding my own business. In storms my husband, Wilbur, in a jealous rage. "You been screwin' the milkman,"
he says. He was crazy, and he kept on screamin', "You been screwin' the milkman!" And then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife 10 times.