“Ann asked Rhett to describe to her what methadrine was like. "I can't really put it into words,” he said. "It's the only real substitute for sex I know." Ann wished that Rhett didn't take methadrine. "Doesn't anybody fuck anymore?" Ann asked Rhett. "Doesn't anybody fuck anymore?" she asked again, a little louder. Faith came and stood in the doorway. "Doesn't anybody fuck anymore?" Ann asked loudly, jumping up and down on the bed. Rhett jumped up and down on the bed shouting "Doesn't anybody fuck anymore?" too, and then he fell asleep.”