Let's play a game. I start a scene, you continue it however you want:
"Money can't buy happiness," he muttered bitterly.
"You clearly don't have enough money, then," she snipped.
"And you do?"
"Of course."
"Then tell me. Why don't your eyes sparkle anymore when you laugh? Why do your smiles look more forced than natural?"
She bristled. "You're just blind. You're blinded by jealousy. You're blinded by your ego. You let them cloud your vision and judgement."
He sneered. "See, sweetheart. That's where you're wrong. My ego's just fine, and I was never a jealous person. It's you who's blind. Because you fail to see just how desperately I've been in love with you since the moment I saw you."
"So you're blinded by... love?"
A flash of hurt crossed his eyes, and he tried his best to remain composed. "Why? Is the idea so foreign to you?"
"As a matter of fact, it is. Falling in love is only for fools. And unfortunately for you, Mr. (Insert last name), I'm not a fool."