“You can tell Sam to go right to-''Look at that,' Jacob interrupted me.”

“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'm not like a car Jacob, now matter how you try to fix me, I'll never run right.”

“And Jacob's right-about one thing, anyway-a pack of werewolves ought to be enough to protect even you for one evening.”

“Yeah right,' Jacob muttered. 'I'm sure he's quite the pacifist.”

“Bella." Edward's voice was right beside me, relieved now. "Can you hear me?""No," I groaned. "Go away.”

“Kiss me, Jacob. Kiss me, and then come back.”