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“So I’ve been working all day - rehearsing, figuring out what we’re gonna do and uh they have given me no food. And if you see the way I eat I like junk food and all they gave me was an apple. So that’s what I’m eating. It’s an apple. And it doesn’t taste good.”

”I have my dessert first.”

”Is that a political statement? A medical condition, perhaps?”

”I just don’t see the point in waiting. I mean, what if I die while eating my vindaloo?”

”Is that probable?”

”It’s possible. Embolism burst? Asteroid hits the restaurant? I’d die without having the one thing I wanted the most.”

”But the odds are…”

”Tell you what. Guarantee me. Swear to me on your eternal soul that I’ll make it through my entree, and I’ll wait. But before you answer…If I die, you’re gonna have to live the rest of your life knowing not only that you lied to me, but you denied me of my one last indulgence. My last wish. Are you prepared to shoulder that kind of responsibility to prove a point?”

Bella: I needed you to see me once. You had to know that I was alive. You didn’t need to feel guilty about it. I can let you go now.

Edward: I never acted out of guilt. I just couldn’t live in a world where you didn’t exist.

Edward Cullen: I’m from a different era. Things were a lot less complicated, back then. And if I would have met you back then, I would have courted you.

“Marry me.”

Bella: I’m really sorry about last night, it couldn’t have been easy on you.
Edward: It definitely won’t make my list of top ten favourite evenings.
Bella: You have a list?
Edward: All ten I spent with you. Number one is when you said you’d marry me, Mrs Cullen.