A snippet of dialogue from the other fic I'm working on, from much earlier in the story:

"Ah, Route 66. Brings back memories, this does. There was this one time in Albuquerque, right after I nicked this car --"

"If you start talking about good times with Drusilla I swear I'll jump out of the car."

"Fine. But that goes both ways, y'know. Start talking about Angel, and *I'll* jump. ... Not that there's much in the way of good times to talk about there."

"If *you* keep talking about Angel, I'll *throw* you out of the car."

"I'm just saying ... from what I saw all you two ever did was make each other miserable."

"You didn't see everything. Besides, making each other miserable ... seems to be something you and I are getting pretty good at."

"Do I look miserable to you?"