Murray: I liked her. She smelled like lavender, she made me corn muffins. What did you do to her?
Beverly: She did it to herself, Murray, by writing that letter to her ex-boyfriend. [chuckles] All I did was get it out of her mailbox, break into your car, and leave it for you to read.
Murray: You did that?
Beverly: Yes. And today, you have a loving wife and beautiful children who don't look like butter-filled pinatas.
Murray: It all makes sense.