ROBERT PATTINSON: Come on, everyone. I DARE YOU.
KRISTEN STEWART: Dare them to what? Ask if we're sleeping together?
TAYLOR LAUTNER: Oh, please God, no. I so don't care if you're sleeping together.
K.STEW: Right? BORING. I'm not even interested in whether we're sleeping together, at this point.
R.PATTZ: I'm so bored of us that my boredom comes back around to being arousal.
K.STEW: Ew. Not mine.
R.PATTZ: No?
K.STEW: LOOK AT YOU. I am not sleeping with you again, by which I mean for the first time, until you shower and shave.
TAYLOR: THANK YOU. It had to be said.
R.PATTZ: Well, I'm not sleeping with YOU ever again, or for the first time, until you go back to wearing Converse and tight jeans and not brushing your hair. You look like you're playing dress-up in Zoe Saldana's closet.
K.STEW: I think I look nice. And clean. And event-appropriate. AND CLEAN.
R.PATTZ: No no, I like my girls to look troubled and ill-rested and as though they're still coated in the sweat from our fervent horizontal joyride. You know, like me.
TAYLOR: SERIOUSLY. PLEASE STOP SENDING ME TO THESE THINGS WITHOUT DAKOTA FANNING. I AM NOT JOKING.
