— I've waited a century to marry you, Ms. Swan.
— But?
— I haven't told you everything about myself.
— What? You're not a virgin?
— I'll meet you at the altar.
— I'll be the one in white.
— That's very convincing.
— This isn't real.
— This kind of stuff just doesn't exist.
— It does in my world.
"Dad... I'm a virgin."
"Okay, go. Virgin... Liking Edward a little bit more now."
This wasn't a choice between you and Jacob. It was between who I should be and who I am. I've always felt out of step. Like literally, stumbling through my life. I'm never felt normal. Because I'm not normal. I don't wanna be. I've had to face death... ...and loss and pain, in your world. But, I've also never felt stronger... ...more real, more my self. Because it's my world, too. It's where I belong.
— Anything you need, tour guide, lunch date, shoulder to cry on?
— I'm really kind of the more suffer-in-silence type.
— So, you’re the vampire girl.
— So, you're the wolf girl.