Bella’s father: Well, probably be late for dinner. I gotta head down to Mason County. Security guard at the Grisham Mill got killed by some kind of animal.
Bella: An animal?
Bella’s father: You're not in Phoenix anymore, Bells. Anyway, I figured I'd lend a hand.
Bella: Be careful.
Bella’s father: Always am.
Bella: And thanks for the tires.
Bella’s father: Yeah.
Eric: Prom Committee is a chick thing, but I gotta cover it for the paper anyway, and they need a guy to help choose the music, so I need your play list. Hey, listen, I was wondering, did you have a date to...
Mike: What's up, Arizona? Huh? How you liking the rain, girl? Better get used to it, girl.
Eric: Yeah, Mike, hey, you're real cute, man.
Mike: Oh, I know...That was really awesome.
Eric: Why you shooting down my game? Let a playa play.
Mike: Yeah, okay. What you playing at, T-Ball?
Edward: Hello. I'm sorry, I didn't get a chance to introduce myself last week. I'm Edward Cullen. You're Bella?
Teacher: Onion root tip cells, that's what's on your slides right now. Okay? So, separate and label them into the phases of mitosis, and the first partners that get it right are gonna win the Golden Onion.
BOY: All right, good.
Edward: Ladies first.
(Students chattering indistinctly)
Bella: You were gone.
Edward: Yeah. I was out of town for a couple of days. Personal reasons.
Edward: Do you mind if I look? It's prophase.
Bella: Like I said.
Edward: So are you enjoying the rain?
Bella: What? You're asking me about the weather?
Edward: Yeah, I...I guess I am.
Bella: Well, I don't really like the rain. Any cold, wet thing, I don't really...What?
Edward: It's anaphase.
Bella: You mind if I check?
Edward: Like I said.