Digimon

Renamon:
Look, I'm not a slave. Rika happens to be my partner.

Impmon:
Well your partner's not that impressive, even so she's got you believing that you can't do anything for yourself. It's the most pathetic thing I've ever seen. All you digi-slaves are the same, deep down you wanna be just like me. I mean after all who wouldn't want to be like me? Handsome and free like a bird in a tree! Ba Boom! Hello? This is Class A material, honey. Anyways like I was saying, I think you're really sad, and you know what that makes me? Huh? Angry, that's what. And anger is not good for me to see a good looking digimon like you going to waste, it makes me wanna throw up!

Renamon:
Why do you think I'm sad?

Impmon:
Why? Hm hm, I mean look at you, out here all alone, moping around in the moonlight like a puppy that chewed up a slipper and got tossed outta the house. Ha ha, you're in serious denial lady. There's a whole other world out there, actually a couple of them. But if you're happy fetching bones for some human then be my guest.

Renamon:
If that's your best material, then you need a new writer(she jumps off the wire where she and Impmon were standing).

Impmon:
Hey! Where you going! That was rude you know? Didn't your little human teach you manners? Huh? (notices that Renamon is ignoring him) Apparently not, then maybe I can teach ya something. In today's lesson, we'll begin with tough love (he makes a fireball with a snap of his fingers over his pointer finger)Ba da Boom! (tosses the fireball at Renamon)

Renamon:
(turns around and sees the fireball coming at her) Huh? (she turns around again and shields herself but the fireball pops just before hitting her) Uh!