In his rearview mirror, Edward's eyes were on me. He was unquestionably shaking with laughter, as if he'd heard every word Tyler had said. (4.96)
[Bella:] "I smelled the blood," I said, wrinkling my nose […].
[Edward:] "People can't smell blood," he contradicted.
[Bella:] "Well, I can – that's what makes me sick. It smells like rust...and salt." (5.205-207)
[Bella:] "Okay, then." I glared at him, and continue slowly. "Let's say, hypothetically of course, that…someone…could know what people are thinking, read minds, you know – with a few exceptions." [Edward:] "Just one exception," he corrected, "hypothetically." (8.189, 190)