You know, the one where Edward and Bella get to let out all the pent-up sexual frustration and just go for it, leaving a few broken headboards and slaughtered pillows in their wake? It’s the one, you know the one, after they have their wedding and go to Isle Esme and just bang it out for a while, pushing and thrusting through all their emotions until she gets knocked up with an evil fetus that Edward has to chew out of her?
That looks . . . appropriately awful.