“Oh, Hell. Must. Mate. Immediately.”
“Oh, Lord!" This must be what it's like to make love in Hell," he whispered. "With a burning she-devil.”
“Oh! I must take my shoes off. Huh! Hell hath no fury like a woman's corns, has it?”
“Oh, Herbert," she said pleadingly to her silent husband, "you must make him marry her! Call for the parson immediately! Look at them... they are...," she sputtered, "canoodling!”
“Mates such as they must stand by one another”
“OH. DRAMA.Oh, hell.”