At least the Fenian bastard had paid, him and his.

Between you and me, the bastards would've paid double that to get these.

He'd probably been saving up since the chemo started, the poor bastard, and insurance wouldn't pay for mine.

Well, he was making the bastards pay now, that was for sure.

He had a long and feral history of making such bastards pay for their moral superiority.

The bastards pay every week what it would take me two months to make!

Sometimes the only way to get the bastards to pay attention is to chuck a rock or two at them.

The old bastard next door paid him a pittance and kept his thumb on every dime.

"We want to make the bastards pay for everything they get."

"Those bastards will pay for what they did to my daughter," Sean growled.