The district attorney was cross-examining the murderess.
“And after you had poisoned the coffee and your husband sat at the breakfast table partaking of the fatal dosage didn’t you feel any qualms? Didn’t you feel the slightest pity for him knowing that he was about to die and was wholly unconscious of it? As you sat there didn’t you feel for him at at all?
“Yes, she answered. There was just one moment when I sort of felt sorry for him.”
“When was that?”
“When he asked for the second cup.”
3,500 Good Jokes for Speakers, Gerald F. Lieberman, page 120