When I came here as a child, he would always remove the bullets as soon as he walked in the door. I guess he considered me old enough now not to shoot myself by accident, and not depressed enough to shoot myself on purpose.
Bella: How strong will I be?
Edward: Stronger than I am.
Bella: Stronger than Emmett?
Edward: Yes. Do me a favor and challenge him to an arm-wrestling match. It would be a good experience for him.