The Wolfs Out Of The Bag🐺

Alice: Yeah.

Jane: Not possible. We don't have nearly enough piranhas.

Alec: Then Protocol 63 it is.

Sometime later:

Felix, walking into the throne room: Alec and Jane are planning to fly you into the sun.

Jacob: *Loads shotgun* I got this.

Embry: This is a map of the entire world.

Jared: Is it? 

Jared, sips Leah’s drink: Wow, yeah, this is bad.

Embry: Let me try.

Embry, sips Leah’s drink: Oh god, that’s terrible.

Quil: Hey what’s going on here?

Leah: My drink is bad.

Quil, sips Leah’s drink: That’s bad 

Seth: The drink is bad?

Seth, sips Leah’s drink: The drink is bad.

Jared: I'm not supposed to have any ideas, I'm the hot one.

Paul:

Jacob: Walking fast.

Leah: Jacob, YOU PIECE OF -

Sam: Well, that's it. They’re gone.

The Pack: We’re right behind you.

Paul: Sexy, but not like we're trying too hard.

Paul: Like, sure, we're trying, but it's almost effortless.

Sam: I was talking about the truck.

Sam: What idiots.

Sam: *Realizes it's the pack*

Emmett: T-posing to assert dominance.

Carlisle: Absolutely not.

Jasper: Saying, 'Thank you, Lord, for this meal I'm about to have’ and then-

Carlisle: Even worse.

Jacob: Leah, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul.

Jacob: Embry, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.

Edward: I know, I know.

Bella: You speak Spanish?

Paul: You sound a little asstroubled.

Embry: A little bootybothered if you ask me.