Edward Cullen: You see, every person smells different, has a different essence. If you locked an alcoholic in a room full of stale beer, he'd gladly drink it. But he could resist, if he wished to, if he was a recovering alcoholic. Now let's say you placed in that room a glass of hundred-year-old brandy... How do you think he would fare then?

Edward Cullen: Maybe that's not the right comparison. Maybe it would be to easy to turn down brandy. Perhaps I should make our alcoholic a herion addict instead.

Isabella Swan: So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin?

Edward Cullen: Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.

Edward Cullen: And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.

Isabella Swan: What a stupid lamb.

Edward Cullen: What a sick, masochistic lion.

Isabella Swan: You've got to give me some answers.

Edward Cullen: I'd rather hear your theories.

Isabella Swan: I have considered radioactive spiders and kryptonite.

Edward Cullen: That's all superhero stuff, right? What if I'm not the hero? What if I'm... the bad guy?

Isabella Swan: Graduation caps?

Edward Cullen: Private joke. We matriculate a lot.

Isabella Swan: Are you going to tell me how you stopped the van?

Edward Cullen: Yeah. Um... I had an adrenaline rush. It's very common. You can Google it.

James: Beautiful. Very visually dynamic. I chose my stage well.

Bella: Claire De Lune is great.

Bella:...I can't dance.

Edward: Well, I could always make you.

Bella: I'm not scared of you.

Edward: Well, you really shouldn't have said that.

James: Ahhh. You brought a snack.

Bella: I know what you are. You're impossibly fast. And strong. Your skin is pale white and, ice cold.

Edward Cullen: Aren't you afraid?

Isabella Swan: I'm only afraid of losing you.

Edward Cullen: What did you expect? Coffins and dungeons and moats?

Isabella Swan: No, not the moats.

Isabella Swan: How old are you?

Edward Cullen: Seventeen.

Isabella Swan: How long have you been seventeen?

Edward Cullen: ...a while.