He looks at you like... like you're something to eat.

So… um… what’s the, er, date? You know, the due date for the little monster.

Unca Jay!" "How's it going Claire?" She giggled. "Qwil aaaaawl wet now." "I can see that. Where's your mama?" "Gone, gone, gone," Claire sang. "Cwaire pway wid Qwil aaaawl day. Cwaire nebber gowin home." Jacob and Claire, Breaking Dawn, page 152.

The bottom line is that you have to choose who you are going to commit to-- that's the foundation of true love, not the lack of other options

I think she's having hysterics. Maybe you should slap her.

When I was 8, I was reading 'Gone with the Wind' and 'Pride and Prejudice' and all that, not knowing it wasn't my reading level.

I don't see how that is any of your business." Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.