
Vash: Meryl, will you please stop bugging me? You look like my mother, and that kinda gives me the heebie-jeebies. *nervous giggle*
Vash: Man, I'd kill for a doughnut right now.
Legato: What a coincidence; so would I.
Vash: How about a kiss from your little brother?
Knives: You have the wrong script, Vash. But, as you're offering...
