[Wesley and Lilah are laying in bed, sleepily chatting.]
So Angel knows about our relationship. Big deal.
A dollar! You owe me a dollar!
Oh, damn!
You called this a 'relationship'. [sing-song voice] You lost the be-et. You said it fir-irst. [Wesley hands her a dollar] Sign it first, as proof.
Proof of what?
Of now. Of this. [she nuzzles his nose; they kiss]






