Carlisle: Honey, I'm- *trips over stack of magazines* *trips over half-dissected radio* *trips over auto parts* *trips over video game system* *trips over piano*
Esme: (from laundry room) Dear, watch out for the piano, Edward moved it again!
Carlisle: Why do we have to have all these kids anyway?!
Esme: You're the one who keeps biting people, dear.
