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Loid: Now, here are your options. Tell us everything you know. Or my darling wife will inflict the worst punishment she is capable of.
Enemy spy: No amount of pain will make me talk Twilight!!
Loid: You were warned. Darling?
Yor: Meatloaf is ready, honey. *smile*
Loid: *catches Yor as she falls*
Yor: Hey! Watch your hands! *blush*
Loid: Sorry. *rubs neck*
Yor: Well this is insane.
Loid: More insane than being an assassin, married to a spy with a telepathic daughter?
Yor: *Huff*
Yor: Hey darling. I'm glad to see you. I got the cake ready for your graduation.
Anya: Is that what's stuck on the ceiling?
(Looks at black sludge stuck there)
Yor: That was the first try.
Anya: 5 dollars? I wanted a peanut!
Loid: Money can get you many peanuts.
Anya: How?
Loid: Money can be exchanged for goods and services.
Yor: *Covered in blood, surrounded by bodies* *Blush*
Loid: You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.
Yor: You think I'm funny?
Loid: Of course. *chuckle* Nobody makes me laugh like you do.
Anya: Mama! Papa! Help me!
Loid: You got your head stuck in a cookie jar?
Anya: I've been in here for over an hour!
Yor: Oh sweetheart. Why didn't you call sooner?
Anya: Wasn't a problem until I ran out of peanut brittle.
Franky: This is ridiculous. We have to use our secret weapon.
Loid: No, no not..
Franky: I'm afraid so. Send in your wife.
Spy: Is she that bad?
Loid: My wife is the scariest person I've ever met. A cold-blooded, ruthless killer.
(Meanwhile)
Yor: Aww, Anya feel asleep with Bond. Where's my camera?
Damian: I can't believe I have to watch you while Anya's away.
Bond: *scoff*
Damian: Let's look at these rules. "Do not let Bond loose on walks. He has been known to frighten oxen."
Yuri: So life's good. We're not at war. You and Yor can be happy, and I can get a job that doesn't involve torture. What do you say we let bygones be bygones?
Loid: You shot me in both my knees, then lit me on fire. Piss off.
Yor: Loid, you know I love you right?
Loid: We're married. With two kids.
Yor: Well then, it's even more important, you know I love you.
Yor: I'm glad we talked Loid. Most guys are turned off by the fact I can kill them with a flick of my wrist.
Loid: Well, I know you're not doing that to me. You'd be left with the bill.
Yor: Fiona still giving you trouble?
Loid: Yeah, she's always saying you're not good enough for me.
Yor: *pout*
Loid: She also said no woman with a chest like yours should be able to move like you do.
Yor: Tell her they act as ballast!
Anya: *does something stupid.*
Yor: Young lady, you are grounded until menopause!
Anya: Yours or mine?
Yor: Your father's!
Terrorist: End of the line freak!
Anya: *scream*
Yor: GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HER!!! *rips him to pieces*
Yor drenched in blood: You ok sweetie? *hugs Anya*
Loid: Ahh! Cut my finger on the thorns.
Yor: I didn't do it!
Loid: What?
Yor: *blush*
