“Would you please tell me what you are thinking? Before I go mad?”

“He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine."Would you please tell me what you're thinking? Before I go mad?”

“Oh, please, please, no!' I begged, jumping to my feet. 'Please tell me you are not trying to have a sex talk with me, Charlie.”

“Please tell me you are not trying to have a sex talk with me, Charlie. (Bella)”

“I can't imagine why that would be frustrating at all - just because someone refuses to tell you what they're thinking, even if all the while they're making cryptic little remarks specifically designed to keep you up at night wondering what they could possibly mean...now, why would that be frustrating?”

“What am I going to do with you? Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!”

“I think… and if you ever repeat what I’m saying right now I will cheerfully beat you to death, but I think that would hurt Jessica’s feelings”