“Oh, my love! My wife!. Death that hath sucked the honey of thy breath. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered. Beauty's ensign yet is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. And death's pale flag is not advanced there.”
BELLA
I hate being celebrated.
EDWARD
There are worse tragedies. Hm, look at Romeo. He kills his true love out of sheer stupidity.
BELLA
Yeah.
EDWARD
Though I do envy him, one thing.
BELLA
Juliet. She's like perfect. If you like that obviously beautiful sort of thing.
EDWARD
No, not the girl, dear. The suicide.
It's nearly impossible for... ...some people.For humans, a little poison......a dagger to the heart... So many different options.
BELLA
Why would you say that?
EDWARD
Because I considered it once. I didn't know, if I'd get to you in time. I had to come up with
some kind of... plan.
BELLA
And what was the plan?
EDWARD
I would go to Italy, ...and provoke the Volturi.
BELLA
The what?
EDWARD
The Volturi...
MR. BERTY
Now, who would like to repeat the last few lines... just to show, they were paying attention?
Mr. Cullen.
EDWARD
Oh, yes, Mr. Berty. Oh, here. Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And lips, O you, the doors of breath, ..seal with a righteous kiss.
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
MR. BERTY
Eyes on the screen, people.
TV AUDIO
Thus with a kiss I die.
