- [introduction, Hitchcock is in a supermarket where a cop gives him a ticket and walks off camera]
- Alfred Hitchcock: He gave me this ticket for blocking an aisle during the rush hour. I don't understand. I was in the slow lane. I just stopped a moment at the condiment shelf where the store's have a get-acquainted sale on 'Low Calorie Calories'. Tonight's play is not unrelated to this milieu. It is called "Lamb to the Slaughter", but before we see it, the store has asked that I direct your attention to their very best bargain.
- [commercial break]
- [afterword]
- Alfred Hitchcock: Well, that's the way the old meatball bounces. As for Mary Malone, she would have gone scott-free if she hadn't tried to do in her second husband the same way. Unfortunately, he was the forgetful type and had forgotten to plug in the freezer. The meat was as soft as jelly. Speaking of plugs, that is precisely what our sponsor wants to do for his product, after which I'll wheel back.
- [commercial break]
- Alfred Hitchcock: And now, ladies and gentlemen, those of us who work in television have a technical term for this part of the program. We call it the end. Next week, we shall be back with another story.
- [a horn honks]
- Alfred Hitchcock: I must be going. I can't risk another ticket. Good night.
- Lieutenant Jack Noonan: Basically I think it's here on the premises. Well, for all we know it
- [the weapon]
- Lieutenant Jack Noonan: might be under our very noses.
- Patrick Maloney: I'll arrange for the divorce. Naturally you can have the baby when it comes. You'll have some money. Sorry, I can't give you a lot. You'll get along all right.
- Mary Maloney: I'll get your supper.
- Patrick Maloney: Get what?
- Mary Maloney: You must have your supper, darling. I can't let you go without your supper. You'll feel better when you've had something to eat.
- Forensic doctor: It's bound to be something heavy, that's obvious. But it isn't sharp. At least, I don't think so. There aren't any sharp edges on it.
- Lieutenant Jack Noonan: Why do you say that?
- Forensic doctor: Well, look for yourself. The skin on the skull isn't even broken. It isn't a hammer, for instance, more like a club of some sort.
- Lieutenant Jack Noonan: A club?
- Forensic doctor: Yes, something shaped like a club, smooth and rounded at the end, that's my guess.
- Lieutenant Jack Noonan: Whatever it is will sure as heck be ruined by now. Hey, that looks all right.
- Mike - Policeman assistant: It sure does.
- Lieutenant Jack Noonan: That's mighty peculiar, isn't it. I thought it'd be burnt to a crisp by now.
- Mike - Policeman assistant: Me too.
- Lieutenant Jack Noonan: Maybe it takes longer according to how big it is.
- Mike - Policeman assistant: This is big one all right.
- Lieutenant Jack Noonan: You're darn right it's big.