“Well… don’t be offended, but you smell like a dog.”

“You don’t have anything like this. For crying out loud, you only own one skirt!”

“oh you do smell good.”

“One of the many hazards of socializing with vampires. It makes you smell bad. A minor hazard, comparatively.”

“I know it’s going to be bad for you, Jacob. I understand that—maybe better than you think. I don’t like her, but… she’s your Sam. She’s everything you want and everything you can’t have.”

“I don’t like to lie – so there’d better be a good reason why I’m doing it.”

“This is making me sick, Jacob. Can you imagine what this feels like to me? I don’t even like Bella Swan. And you’ve got me grieving over this leech-lover like I’m in love with her, too. Can you see where that might be a little confusing? I dreamed about kissing her last night! What the hell am I supposed to do with that?”