“Whoa, whoa! Hold up, there, kid. She lives in Forks, remember? So she gets rained on.”
“Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs.She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought.On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed.Cool.”
“Now lemme get this straight," she said in a throaty, nasal voice. "You put the lime in the cocanut and drink 'em both up--whoa, long faces. What am I interrupting?”
“Whoa. Back up. I smell?”
“Whoa! I knew you were hot, but Jesus!’ she says, and I wonder why she things He has anything to do with it.”
“Nuts they go, macadamia they go so ballistic, whoa.”