Jesus, man, you're soaked.
You want me to get Ricky? He's in Jane's room.
Are you okay?
-Where's your wife? -Uh, I don't know.
Probably out fucking that dorky Prince of Real Estate asshole.
And you know what? I don't care.
Your wife is with another man, and... you don't care?
Nope. Our marriage is just for show.
A commercial for how normal we are... when we're anything but.
-Jesus, man, you are shaking. We really ought to get you out of these clothes. -Yeah.
It's okay.
You just tell me what you need.
It's okay.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm sorry. Y-You got the wrong idea.
I refuse to be a victim!