Ronald Ewing and Rebecca Locke in “Unfinished Business”

You have the WORST house manners I’ve ever seen!

I may be a bad house guest, but you’re a morbidly obese cannibal serial killer. So excuse me if I’m having a little trouble getting it up for your etiquette lesson. You weren’t always like this, were you Ronald? I don’t mean a narcissistic anti-social deviant with a weight problem. You’ve always been that, but you weren’t always alone. Little sis was the first to go, wasn’t she? Did mommy and daddy know that Ronnie Jr. ate her?

Shut up, you! SHUT YOUR MOUTH!

If you’d shut yours every once in a while and pushed your plate away, maybe you wouldn’t be stuck in that chair. Or this house.

I said SHUT UP!

There was a time when you could move. Back when you were building this trap for your victims. Sealing it up tight. Probably drooling and planning. But by the time you’d finished, you were too big to bathe, and there was no one left here to hose you down. You got stuck in your own trap, Ronald. Like some huge, bloated spider.

Shut up bitch!

The girls that you lure here -- you know what they see? You probably don’t. You removed all the mirrors in the house when you could still fit through the doors -- when’s the last time you saw yourself, Ronald?

You’re the fat one! They were all fat!

You turned them into fat, Ronald. When you ate them. Wanna see what they look like now?