"So what do you want to do? Next time he asks you answer all three by saying 'I'm fucking mom, she's fucking me, and that's why I don't leave?'"

"I wouldn't be that crude, mom. We're not just fucking." He reached across his lap and took her hand in his. "We're in love."

"That's so sweet." She kissed his cheek. "You're right, we are, but that might be harder to explain than the sex."

"So what if Jimmy wants to come back up to Rhode Island after school? We going to tell him then, 'oh, by the way, three years ago your brother and I started a relationship."

"Christ, Jeff...