A wife complains to her husband over dinner that he is dull after dark.

That idea came to him one day when his wife was complaining about paying the bills.

His wife had complained of him once in a private session with Simon.

Sometimes my wife, Pam, would complain about how hard her life was.

"His protector's wife isn't complaining either, not when her husband's out making money until all hours!"

The story began when my wife complained one evening about the hysterical manner in which the news media report on the day's events.

My wife wouldn't complain if I came home a different man every night.

His wife, God bless her, was always complaining he had an eye for the girls.

Of course the wife complained, but she accepted his explanation.

His wife was always complaining about the space elevator; nothing new there.