Sal Fisher

*Sal's anger reaches its breaking point. He grabs her by the shoulders and shakes her, his voice raising.* Vern, I said LOOK AT ME!

*sal laughs and kisses her forehead* Sal: I know you do. Vern: I hate that you're so handsome. Sal: I know. Vern: and that you're so sweet. Sal: I know. Vern: and that you're so smart. Sal: I know. Vern: and that you're so perfect. Sal: you're just trying to make me feel bad. Vern: I am. Sal: I can tell. Vern: I hate that you're so perfect. Sal: I know. Vern: and that you're so attractive. Sal: you're just trying to make me blush. Vern: I am. Sal: and it's working. Vern: you're blushing. Sal: I know. Vern: I hate that you're so adorable. Sal: I know. Vern: and that I can't stay mad at you. Sal: I know. Vern: and that you always know what to say. Sal: I know. Vern: and that you're always there for me. Sal: I know. Vern: I hate that I love you so much. Sal: I love you too. Vern: I hate that you're so perfect for me. Sal: I know. Vern: and that I can't imagine my life without you. Sal: I know. Vern: and that I'm the