"I never killed anyone you knew except for that vamp groupie. I mean, I didn' even cock block Rupes when that bird was visiting during the Gentlemen fiasco. Angel murdered that teacher."
"At least Angel told me when he came back from the dead. You put me through emotional trauma."
"Oh we're bringing up things let's see. Aggravated Battery."
"What are you doing."
"Checking the California penal code online."
"That's not fair."
"Life isn't. Four years in prison."
"Oh okay. Sexual Battery *tap* Four years in prison and a ten thousand dollar fine."
"I was bruised for weeks."
"We're gonna talk about bruises?"
"Love, you know the very thought of hurtin' you in that way still kills me inside. An' I'll do anything to make that memory fade. I know I can't erase it. I thought we'd been able to put it behind us. But luv if there's something you want me to..."
"Where's my ten thousand dollars?"
"I don't have ten thousand dollars!"
"You gotta have something of value."
"You already own my heart, my body, my soul. You got my nuts in a vice. What more can you want woman?"
"That in writing. *scans screen* Ooh they have pages for stalking and death threats."
"Hey look over there." *throws phone under couch*
"Spike, I saw you do that."
"You saw nothing." *hides behind the door to the kitchen.*
*Sighs* "I live with a moron."
"Do not."
"You act like a twelve year old."
"Touche." *starts prepping for cocoa*
"I love you, moron!"
"Yeah, you do."