For god's sake! Don't make me dinner, I'm going out tonight!
Mary is waiting patiently for her husband to come home. She's trying not to be anxious. Therefore, she distracts herself by sewing.
I was just going to the grocery store to get vegetables for dinner when....
It's okay, Mary....
Her husband, Patrick, comes home and Mary's very happy. She tried to offer him food, but he refuses to eat. Finally, Patrick tells her that he's leaving her. He explains to her that she musn't overreact, because it would look bad for his job. All the while she's staring at him in a dazed horror.
Patrick would never forgive me if I didn't offer good hospitality.
Well, if you say so....
Out of shock, Mary takes a leg of lamb and bashes Patrick on the head, killing him instantly. When she returns from her state of shock, she proceeds to put the lamp in the oven, and get ready for her alibi. She practices her lines in the mirror.
To be honest, I think the weapon is still on the premises.
After Mary gets home, she calls the police and tells her the "tragedy" that had occured. The Police arrive and question Mary. Mary explains to them the cover-up story. One of the police men walk to the grocer to question him on the situation.
Mary needed to get rid of the evidence. So, once the lamb was cooked, Mary convinced the police to pause the investigation for some dinner. The men complied.
I suppose we can stop for a bite to eat.
Situational Irony, Verbal Irony: While the three police men are talking about how the weapon is probably still on the premises and right under their noses, They have no idea that the weapon is quite literally, right under their noses. Meanwhile, Mary sits in the next room. She giggles to herself as she listens.
Yeah, and it's probably right under our noses, too!