Bottles:
The fact is, we all started out as someone’s little angel. And a place like this forces us to become warriors or victims. Nothing in between can exist here.

Bottles:
The fact is, we all started out as someone’s little angel. And a place like this forces us to become warriors or victims. Nothing in between can exist here.
Stella:
Human touch. Our first form of communication. Safety, security, comfort, all in the gentle caress of a finger. Or the brush of lips on a soft cheek. It connects us when we’re happy, bolsters us in times of fear, excites us in times of passion and love. We need that touch from the one we love, almost as much as we need air to breathe. But I never understood the importance of touch. His touch. Until I couldn’t have it. So if you’re watching this, and you’re able, touch him. Touch her. Life’s too short to waste a second.
Edward Cullen:
It’s my job to protect you. From everyone, except my sister.
[last lines]
Sam Wheat:
It’s amazing, Molly. The love inside, you take it with you. See ya.
Molly:
See ya. Bye.
Emilia:
Why is she dead?
Sara: We blind ourselves to the truth because we are weak, because we hope. But there's no hope for love. Love ends in betrayal. Aye and always.
Isabella Swan:
[Edward jumps down off the roof of Bella’s truck]
Could you act human? Okay, I have neighbors.
Edward Cullen:
I’m gonna take you to my place tomorrow.
[Pulls dent in Bella’s truck back into correct place]
Isabella Swan:
Thanks… Er, wait, like with your family?
Edward Cullen:
Yeah.
Isabella Swan:
W-what if they don’t like me?
Edward Cullen:
So you’re worried, not because you’ll be in a house full of vampires, but because you think they won’t approve of you?
[laughs]
Isabella Swan:
[unsmiling]
I’m glad I amuse you.
[first lines]
The Huntsman: [narration] Once upon a time, in deep winter, a queen was admiring the falling snow, when she saw a rose blooming in defiance of the cold. Reaching for it she pricked her finger and three drops of blood fell. And because the red seemed so alive against the white she thought, "If only I had a child as white as snow, lips as red as blood, hair as black as a raven's wings, and all with the strength of that rose." Soon after a daughter was born to the queen and was named Snow White.
Mark Lewis:
Do you know what the most frightening thing in the world is? It’s fear.
Mike Wallace: Who are these people?
Lowell Bergman: Ordinary people under extraordinary pressure, Mike. What the hell do you expect? Grace and consistency?