Edward: Let me get this straight. You want me to drool my poison into a giant syringe and stick it in a drawer for God knows how many weeks, in hopes that stabbing it into her heart might save her life in the event of cardiac arrest? And that's assuming the venom hasn't eaten through the syringe, the drawer, and the floor itself by then?
Carlisle: (frowns) You make it sound so barbaric.
Edward: You're insane. No.
Carlisle: You'd rather take the risk of her heart not lasting through the birth, and losing her when an experimental idea could have saved her life?
Edward:
Carlisle: Now, let me finish. I have a few ideas that will make this more likely to succeed… (insert genius ideas on metallurgy, animal testing, and the venom-viability experiments that I did years ago in the basement)
