Who the huh?
Fritz: Do you like apples?
Fritz: Well I fucked your wife. How you like them apples?
Mike: Well I fucked yours. How you like them apples?
Mike: Look - you're my best friend, so don't take this the wrong way. In twenty years, if you're still livin' here, with your own wife, I'll fuckin' kill you. That's not a threat; now, that's a fact. I'll fuckin' kill you. Instead, you better be livin' in my house, with my wife.
Mike reads a note from Fritz: "Mike, if the GM calls about that job, just tell him, sorry, I have to go see about a girl. And that girl is your wife."