ROBERT PATTINSON: Hello, my angel. [Snicker] I see you managed to get here without breaking any bones. [Chuckle]
KRISTEN STEWART: You know, we wrapped the movie a long time ago. You can break character and stop with the condescending laughter.
ROBERT: No, I can't. It's the hair. The unruly, slightly oily Edward hair that's damp with the sweat of restraint and clammy lust. They won't let me cut it, and it OWNS me. Is your dress made of sweatshirts?
KRISTEN: They haven't said you can't SHOWER, though. Maybe you're just clammy because all your clothes look a tiny bit tight. And I think your shoe is untied. And, you know, the whole "you need to shower" thing.
ROBERT: God, your blood smells magical. Like sparkles and sunshine and fine wine. I must watch you sleep.
KRISTEN: Do you people see what I have had to put up with? Do you?
ROBERT: Oh, Bella. I love you. I may kill you. You don't know.
KRISTEN: Not Bella. Kristen. Cameras are not rolling. Lord. I give you two months, tops, before all this breaks you.
ROBERT: You intoxicate me. I AM DANGER. Why do you not fear me, human?
KRISTEN: Oh, I fear you, all right. Trust.
