Heh

Her: I'm going to return all this stuff tomorrow. *says with resolve*
Me: No you won't. *says with unwavering surity*
Her: No seriously, I'm going to go do it. *strengthens resolve in voice*
Me: No you won't. *smiles smugly*
*I light up a cig, eyeing the cruiser across the road from us*
Her: I am. *insists*
Me: No you won't *even bland tones*
Her: *ponders a moment* But I do look fucking fabulous in this stuff.
Me: Yeah, you do. *shakes head in agreement, still smug*
Her: *Glares at me* I hate you.
Me: *giggles*
Her: *grimaces*