It made no sense for them to stay, and it would be better – not less painful, but healthier – for me if Bella left.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.288

Alice wants you, too. She says she’s tired of hanging out in the attic like a bat in the belfry.
Seth Clearwater, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.290

As much as I knew it was a stupid thing to do, I couldn’t stop myself. I must be some kind of masochist.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.291

Oh, wonderful. I knew I smelled something nasty.
Rosalie Hale, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.292

And, just like before, Bella’s face lit up like a kid’s on Christmas morning. Like I’d brought her the greatest gift ever. It was so unfair.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.292

Thanks, anyway, Alice, but I don’t think I’d want to eat something Blondie’s spit in. I’d bet my system wouldn’t take too kindly to venom.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.293

Enjoy, mongrel.
Rosalie Hale, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.294

It had once probably been a big mixing bowl, but she’d bent the bowl back in on itself until it was shaped almost exactly like a dog dish. I had to be impressed with her quick craftsmanship. And her attention to detail. She’d scratched the word Fido into the side. Excellent handwriting.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.294

Hey, do you know what you call a blonde with a brain? A golden retriever.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.294

Let me guess, someone around here used to cut hair in a salon in Paris?
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.295

So… um… what’s the, er, date? You know, the due date for the little monster.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.295

For a minute I tried to look at her from a distance, to separate myself from the pull. I knew it wasn’t my imagination that my need for her was stronger than ever. Why was that? Because she was dying? Or knowing that even if she didn’t, still – best case scenario – she’d be changing into something else that I wouldn’t know or understand?
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.296

Why do you want me here? Seth could keep you warm, and he’s probably easier to be around, happy little punk. But when I walk in the door, you smile like I’m your favorite person in the world.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.297

It feels… complete when you’re here, Jacob. Like all my family is together. I mean, I guess that’s what it’s like – I’ve never had a big family before now. It’s nice. But it’s just not whole unless you’re here.
Bella Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.298

I’ll never be a part of your family, Bella.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.298

How about, ‘Jacob, I get a kick out of your pain.’
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.298

We got off track, Jake. Out of balance. You’re supposed to be part of my life – I can feel that, and so can you. But not like this. We did something wrong. No. I did. I did something wrong, and we got off track…
Bella Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.298

No. It’s not better. But I’m not going to force her to do anything that makes her unhappy now. Whatever happens, this makes her feel better. I’ll deal with the rest afterward.
Edward Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.299

I’m not a bloodsucker, so maybe I’m missing something, but Charlie seems like kind of a strange choice for her first meal.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.300

I’ll deal with whatever comes. I won’t cause her pain now.
Edward Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.301

Of course there were no survivors. Giving birth in the middle of a disease-infested swamp with a medicine man smearing sloth spit across your face to drive out the evil spirits was never the safest method.
Rosalie Hale, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.303

Silently, I lifted my doggy bowl off the floor. Then, with a quick, powerful flip of my wrist, I threw it into the back of Blondie’s head so hard that – with an earsplitting bang – it smashed flat before it ricocheted across the room and snapped the round top piece off the thick newel post at the foot of the stairs.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.304

Dumb blonde.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.304

You. Got. Food. In. My. Hair.
Rosalie Hale, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.304

I’m not going to forget this, dog.
Rosalie Hale, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.304

S’not so hard to erase a blonde’s memory. Just blow in her ear.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.304

Bella’s light snore started up again, accenting my sarcasm nicely.
Jacob Black, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 15, p.306