"Let me guess. . . you're pregnant?"
"JAKE! No."
"So what then? What's the big secret? You find out that Sparky actually glues sequins on his butt?"
"Hmph."
"Then tell me."
"Okay, Jake. I think I might. . . love you?"
"What? Could you repeat that a little louder this time?"
"Ilalooveoo."
"Seriously, Bells? What language is that supposed to be?"
"The universal language."
"Numbers?"
"Yes, Jake, numbers. You plus me equals complete chaos."
"I can live with that. Now say it again. And this time, with FEELING!"
"Jacob Ephraim Black, I freaking LOVE YOU."
"I thought so."