Him: I secretly like your planning.
Him: Because we get to do stuff that wouldn't ordinarily get done.
Me (sarcastically): That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.
Me: I want to play World of Warcraft!
Him: Here, play the Paladin. You created her, and I haven't played her yet.
Me: I did?? Are you sure?
Me: Oh, that's right. I remember designing this character for you. She's got red hair and green eyes - your ideal woman.
Him: No, you're my ideal woman.
Me: Good job, sweetie.
Me: That's it. I'm not mad at you anymore.
Him: Really? Whoa. You are totally okay. That is awesome.
Me: What are you doing?
Him: I'm making dinner.
Me: I feel like I should get up and help with something.
Him: If you feel completely compelled to do that, then help, but otherwise, sit there and play.
Me: Huh? What? Sorry, I was just killing this arcane core dude.
I'm in the bathroom, he keeps talking at me through the door about pretty much nothing. I get out of the bathroom.
Him: So, was that good? Do you feel loved and talked to and appreciated?
Me: Is that why you were talking to me through the bathroom door? I thought you were lonely!
Me: I love you.
Him: I love you, too. I love you, too. I love you, too.
And just for grins (and the fact that I just know that when he's 80, we will be having this same conversation).
Him: Hey! You're home early.
Me: Yep, I didn't know until right before if it would happen, so no point in telling you.
Him: Yeah, but I was gonna put on pants!