The Vampire Diaries, Season 4

Elena:
(after Damon walks into her bedroom) Oh. Excuse me. What are you doing?

Damon:
Where's Stefan?

Elena:
Okay. Ah, good morning to you too.

Damon:
He's not answering his phone and he's not here. Which, you know, big deal, we've only got a killer vampire hunter on the loose.

Elena:
I haven't talked to him yet today.

Damon:
Hmm. Give me your phone. Maybe he's dodging me.

Elena:
Why would he be dodging you?

Damon:
Oh, I don't know. Maybe the hot sweaty dance party business? Figured you spilled your guilty little guts to him when I left last night. (Elena looks away) Oh, you didn't tell him, did you?

Elena:
No, Damon. I didn't tell him I got high on blood like some crackhead then dirty danced with you. It was a mistake, okay? I wasn't...myself. And besides he's already got enough to deal with, trying to get me through this vampire stuff.

Damon:
Oh, I see. Classic shame spiral.

Elena:
I'm not in a shame spiral.

Damon:
Oh you so are. Newbie vampire remorse? Whoof, it's worse than a hangover.

Elena:
I'm not in a shame spiral, Damon.

(Stefan's voicemail picks up)

Damon:
So either he's dodging both of us...

Elena:
Or something's wrong.