“He fucked my wife!" George wailed. "He ruined my life!""Your wife was a goddamn whore!”

“He says, “Your husband fucked my wife.”We look at each other and this time it’s different. Now I know him.“My husband didn’t fuck your wife.” My voice is soft. Not amorous, but the tone of a bewildered child. “They had a relationship, then came home and fucked us.”

“Hell, your kid is fucking my wife, and your wife is fucking me. [...]Not that she's any good, Zane said, looking at Georgia, and when she made a little cry of protest, he added, Hell Georgia, even Jell-O moves when you eat it.”

“You fucked my wife,’ said David, the words coming from his mouth before he realised how pathetic they sounded.‘I’ve fucked a lot of men’s wives, David.’ Pause. ‘But none was in more need than yours.”

“Be my wife, all my life.”

“Quiet,” he repeated on a growl, “I’m about to fuck my wife and the only words I want her saying when I do it are ‘yes’, ‘Tor’, ‘my prince’, ‘baby’ and ‘oh my God’.”