Twilight
written by Melissa Rosenberg, from the novel by Stephenie Meyer
(A dialogue.)
Bella: You're impossibly fast, and strong. Your skin is pale white and ice cold. Your eyes change color, and sometimes you speak like--like you're from a different time. You never eat or drink anything. You don't go out in the sunlight. ... How old are you?
Edward: Seventeen.
Bella: How long have you been seventeen?
Edward: A while.
Bella: I know what you are.
Edward: Say it. Out loud. Say it!
Bella: Vampire.
Edward: Are you afraid?
Bella: No.
Edward: Then ask me the most basic question: what do we eat?
Bella: You won't hurt me. (he takes her arm and leads her, walking fast) Where are we going?
Edward: Up the mountain. Out of the cloud bank. You need to know what I look like in the sunlight.
(They fly. Sort of.)
Edward: This is why we don't show ourselves in the sunlight. People would know that we're different. This is what I am.
(Edward walks into a sunbeam and he ... sparkles?)
Bella: It's like diamonds. You're beautiful.
Edward: Beautiful? This is the skin of a killer, Bella. I'm a killer.
Bella: I don't believe that.
Edward: It's because you believe a lie. A camoflauge. I'm the world's most dangerous predator. Everything about me invites you in. My voice, my face, even my smell. As if I would need any of that. As if you could out run me. As if you could fight me off. (He shows off his powers.) I'm designed to kill.
Bella: I don't care.
Edward: I've killed people before.
Bella: It doesn't matter.
Edward: I wanted to kill you. I've never wanted a human's blood so much in my life.
Bella: I trust you.
Edward: Don't.
Bella: I'm here. I trust you.
Edward: My family, we're different than others of our kind. We only hunt animals. We've learned to control our thirst. It's you. Your scent. It's like a drug to me. Like my own personal brand of heroin.
Bella: Why did you hate me so much when we met?
Edward: I did. Only for making me want you so badly. I still don't know if I can control myself.
Bella: I know you can.
Edward: I can't read your mind. You have to tell me what you're thinking.
Bella: Now I'm afraid.
Edward: Good.
Bella: I'm not afraid of you, I'm only afraid of losing you. I feel like you're going to disappear.
Edward: You don't know how long I've waited for you. And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.
Bella: What a stupid lamb.
Edward: What a sick, masochistic lion.
(They proceed to lie in a meadow and they boink! No, they stare at each other.)
Bella: (voice over) About three things I was absolutely positive: first, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him--and I didn't know how dominant that part might be--that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.