Jacob: (Punches Bella in the face)
Edward: (Descends on Bella, biting her on the neck, and draining all lifeblood from her)
Jacob: Well, thank God that's over. We should have done that ages ago.
Edward: No doubt. I don't even feel like being all angst-y about it.
Jacob: (smirks) You mean you're not going to be all mournful, like a perfect, tragic Greek God, a sorrowful fallen angel with a perfect crooked smile and musical voice and…
Edward: (Scowls) Oh stop it… haven't we heard enough? Mister… Oh I'm sorry, have you grown? It's been a full twelve seconds and I haven't been reminded if your increase in size, so I've forgotten.
Jacob: Touché. What were we thinking?
Edward: I don't have the faintest idea. She tasted amazing.
Jacob: That's gross. Leech.
Edward: Dog
Both: (Snarl)
Edward: Wanna make out?
Jacob: Sure.