Kristen and Rob

Comic Con

Question & Answers...

Comic Con 2008

Kristen...

“I was glad to leave to school. I was missing a lot of classes and they were failing me. I couldn’t relate to kids my own age. They are mean and don’t give you any chance. Once you have done with school, you realize that it is just a smaller version of life, and really I have felt that I should have been an adult since I was aged about five. I remember when I turned 18 everyone asked me if I felt more mature, but I felt the same as I always did. Juggling work and school, and helping my mother; I’ve always had a lot of responsibilities.”


“I did my own road trip back from Portland where we filming. I bought like a little truck and drove home to L.A. It wasn’t like the most transformative expierence, but it was fun. It gave me a sense of freedom and going away from something that was a rather intense experience.”

Lily

Lily's trip to the vet...

Max / Jella

Kristen Stewart has an Bengal cat whose name is Max, but Kristen calls him Jella because she thinks his alter ego is this little, soulful, blues musician from the south.

Kristen's little dog

Kristen's little chihuahua is adorable and cute. Her name is Lily.

Divas

"Did you know about this?" Joan
"Kim sent them over. They just showed up at my house with cameras - what was I supposed to say?" Cherie
"How about no? How about, 'I'm a singer in a band, not Linda fucking Lovelace.' This is what fucking Kim wants us to be. God, he would be so happy! Don't you get it? This is all they're gonna remember us for! They're never gonna take us seriously!" Joan
"It's just publicity. It helps everyone." Cherie
"Then publicize the music, not your fucking crotch!" Joan
"I'm sorry. I didn't know it would be such a big deal." Cherie

Breakups

"What the fuck is this?" Kim
"That was pretty nasty, Kim." Sandy
"That - is what we call controversy. That - is what we call publicity. That - is what we call a juicy story. And you're welcome. Because of me, that peice is twice as long and half of it is about you! This is press, my budding young starlet - not prestige. Get used to it. Now get in the booth and finish the song. I got this place on lock-out and I'm paying through the fucking nose. So let's go, let's go. Sing. Sing!" Kim
"No." Cherie
"No?" Kim
"Come on, Cherie, let's just finish and go home." Joan
"Yeah, get in the booth, Cherie." Lita
"Shut up, Lita." Joan
"You shut up." Lita
"I'm not singing." Cherie
"Of course you're singing. You're a singer, Cherie! That's what you do. You sing and you strut around in your underwear. You do what I tell you to do. And right now I'm telling you to get in the booth. Now get... Get in the booth." Kim
"No." Cherie
"Get in the booth, Cherie." Kim
"No." Cherie
"Get in the booth." Kim
"No." Cherie
"Get in the booth before I lose my patience and send you back where I rescued you from." Kim
"Good! Send me back, I don't give a shit! I wanna go back!" Cherie
"Careful..." Kim
"Come on, Cherie, don't." Joan
"Get in the booth." Kim
"No!" Cherie
"Get in the booth!" Kim
"Cherie..." Joan
"You get in the fucking booth! I said no! I'm not your lap dog anymore. You've been speaking for me this whole time anyway - you get in the fucking booth! I'm fucking done!" Cherie

Continuing on

"I hear Cherie's trying the acting thing. You don't need her. You should go solo. Like Bowie. Bowie's just Bowie, he doesn't need any band." Tammy
"They were my songs. I wrote them. She just sang them." Joan
"Yeah, but people always remember the singer." Tammy


"...This is my life" Joan


I Love Rock N' Roll -
I saw him dancin' there by the record machine
I knew he must 'a been about seventeen
The beat was going strong
Playin' my favorite song
An' I could tell it wouldn't be long
Till he was with me, yeah me
An' I could tell it wouldn't be long
Till he was with me, yeah me singin'

I love rock n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with me
OW..
He smiled so I got up an' asked for his name
That don't matter, he said,
'Cause it's all the same

Said can I take you home
where we can be alone

An' next we were movin' on
He was with me, yeah me

Next we were movin' on
He was with me, yeah me, singin'

I love rock n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with me
Ow..

Said can I take you home where we can be alone

Next we'll be movin' on
He was with me, yeah me
An we'll be movin' on
An' singin' that same old song
Yeah with me, singin'

I love rock n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with me

Twilight Saga: New Moon

Following Bella Swan's ill-fated 18th birthday party, Edward Cullen and his family abandon the town of Forks, Washington, in an effort to protect her from the dangers inherent in their world. As the heartbroken Bella sleepwalks through her senior year of high school, numb and alone, she discovers Edward's image comes to her whenever she puts herself in jeopardy. Her desire to be with him at any cost leads her to take greater and greater risks. With the help of her childhood friend Jacob Black, Bella refurbishes an old motorbike to carry her on her adventures. Bella's frozen heart is gradually thawed by her budding relationship with Jacob, a member of the mysterious Quileute tribe, who has a supernatural secret of his own. When a chance encounter brings Bella face to face with a former nemesis, only the intervention of a pack of supernaturally large wolves saves her from a grisly fate, and the encounter makes it frighteningly clear that Bella is still in grave danger. In a race against the clock, Bella learns the secret of the Quileutes and Edward's true motivation for leaving her. She also faces the prospect of a potentially deadly reunion with her beloved that is a far cry from the one she'd hoped for.

"So, as discussed, I am not allowed to wish you a happy birthday, is that correct?" Edward Edward had drawn many careful lines for our physical relationship, with the intent being to keep me alive. Though I respected the need for maintaining a safe distance between my skin and his razor-sharp, venom-coated teeth, I tended to forget about trivial things like that when he was kissing me. Bella "Anyway, you don’t irritate the Volturi. Not unless you want to die—or whatever it is we do." Edward
"No matter what might ever happen to me, you are not allowed to hurt yourself!" Bella
"I’ll never put you in danger again, so it’s a moot point." Edward
"Put me in danger! I thought we’d established that all the bad luck is my fault?" Bella "Of course, I’ll always love you… in a way. But what happened the other night made me realize that it’s time for a change. Because I’m… tired of pretending to be something I’m not, Bella. I am not human. You’re not good for me, Bella. I promise that this will be the last time you’ll see me. I won’t come back. I won’t put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if I’d never existed. Don’t worry. You’re human—your memory is no more than a sieve. Time heals all wounds for your kind. Well, I won’t forget. But my kind… we’re very easily distracted." Edward

With shaky legs, ignoring the fact that my action was useless, I followed him into the forest. The evidence of his path had disappeared instantly. There were no footprints, the leaves were still again, but I walked forward without thinking. I could not do anything else. I had to keep moving. If I stopped looking for him, it was over. Love, life, meaning… over. Bella The scene kept cutting between the horrified face of the heroine, and the dead, emotionless face of her pursuer, back and forth as it closed the distance. And I realized which one resembled me the most. Bella

I wanted to be stupid and reckless, and I wanted to break promises. Why stop at one? Bella
"We may already be too late. I saw him going to the Volturi… and asking to die. If he gives into his more theatrical tendencies… we might have time." Alice


"Try not to trip. We don’t have time for a concussion today." Alice

"I wasn’t going to make it. I was stupid and slow and human, and we were all going to die because of it." Bella

"You smell just exactly the same as always. So maybe this is hell. I don’t care. I’ll take it." Edward
"The odds are always stacked against us. Mistake after mistake. I’ll never criticize Romeo again. I thought I’d explained it clearly before. Bella, I can’t live in a world where you don’t exist. After all the thousand times I’ve told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me? I could see it in your eyes, that you honestly believed that I didn’t want you anymore. The most absurd, ridiculous concept—as if there were any way that I could exist without needing you!" Edward

His mouth was on mine then, and I couldn’t fight him. Not because he was so many thousand times stronger than me, but because my will crumbled into dust the second our lips met.

"Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars—points of light and reason… And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything. My heart hasn’t beat in almost ninety years, but this was different. It was like my heart was gone—like I was hollow. Like I’d left everything that was inside me here with you." Edward

Edward was here, with his arms around me. I could face anything as long as that was true. I squared my shoulders and walked forward to meet my fate, with my destiny solidly at my side.

Starting out

"Uh, are you Kim Fowley?" Joan
"Lemme guess. You sing in a band. And it's the greatest fucking band in the world. And I'm the luckiest dogfucker because I get to hear it first." Kim
Joan Jett: I'm, uh... I'm Joan Jett. I play guitar." Joan
Kim Fowley: Joan Jett, that's a cool name. You guys got a demo?" Kim
Joan Jett: No... No, guys, man. I want to start an all-girls rock band." Joan
Kim Fowley: Really. Well, maybe I am the luckiest dogfucker after all... Sandy! Sandy the drummer, this is Joan Jett. She claims to be some sort of guitar goddess." Kim
"Well, I didn't say that... that 'goddess' thing." Joan
"It's cool." Sandy

Rise to fame

"I like your style. A little Bowie, a little Bardot, and a look on your face that says I could kick the shit out of a truck driver." Kim to Joan

"Cherie Currie. Cherry bomb. Sex kitten. Brigitte Bardot in a trailer park. Joan Jett. The rock 'n' roll heart, sreet tough brunette. Sandy West. Miss California with a joint in her mouth and a chip on her shoulder. Lita Ford. The love child of Sofia Loren and Ritchie Blackmore. You do not wanna fuck with Lita." Kim

Success

"I got some bad news, kid..." Joan
"What's up?" Cherie
"Fuckin' Kim, man. He snaked us." Joan
"What? What do you mean?" Cherie
"Remember how he was all, you gotta pay your dues, that's what it takes in this business, we're gonna get a record deal, blah-fucking-blah?" Joan
"Yeah." Cherie
"Well, he did it, man! That Frankenstein-looking, crazy motherfucker did it!" Joan
"What?" Cherie
"Mercury Records, baby! Mercury fucking Records!" Joan
"Shut the fuck up! We got signed?" Cherie
"So, get your little ass up! We're leaving for Hollywood in an hour." Joan

Foreign gigs

"Are you becoming one with Japan?" Kim
"Well, I dunno - I learned how to use chop sticks." Joan

"I need you to keep it together there for me, Joanie." Kim
"Yeah. Yeah, sure." Joan

Drugs, fame and rock and roll

Becoming a band

"My brother says guys don't like tough girls. He says guys like girls to be soft." Tammy

"Your brother's a fag." Joan

"He does spend a lot of time doing his bangs." Tammy

Meeting Cheri

The Runaways

The Runaways were the ground-breaking, all girl, teenage rock band of the 1970s. Friends, Joan Jett and Cherie Currie went from rebellious Southern California kids to rock stars of the now legendary group that paved the way for future generations of girl bands. Under the Svengali-like influence of rock impresario Kim Fowley the group became an outrageous success and a family of misfits. With its tough-chick image and raw talent, the band quickly earned a name for itself-and so did its two leads.

Cake Eaters

Two dysfunctional families are thrown together by the return of one family's prodigal son, forcing the clans' members to battle old ghosts and work through emotional issues as they search for love at any cost.




"Nice to meet you." Georgia
"Yeah, um, I've seen you around. You go to my school." Beagle
"You go to Lincoln?" Georgia
"No, no I work there in the cafeteria. I make your lunch." Beagle
"If you want to call it lunch." Georgia
"Yeah, well, school food gets a bad rep I guess." Beagle



"So what's wrong with you anyway?" Beagle
"I have Frederick's Ataxia. It's a neuromuscular disease." Georgia
"Is that why you talk kind of like you're drunk?" Beagle
"I do?" Georgia
"I mean, um, you, it, just slurred a little..." Beagle
"No, I get it all the time." Georgia
"I just didn't know. I didn't know anything about it. I didn't mean to offend you." Beagle
"No, you didn't. It's a genetic disorder of some kind." Georgia
"Are you gonna get better?" Beagle
"No, this is pretty much as good as it's gonna get until my heart gives out. I don't know when that's going to be." Georgia

The Yellow Handkerchief

Brett Hanson is an ex-convict, just released from prison after serving six years for manslaughter and now adrift in a world of new freedoms and responsibilities. Finding
initial difficulties in reconciling himself to a troubled past, Brett crosses paths with lonely and troubled teenager Martine and her new 'ride' Gordy. The trio head out in the same car and direction--Martine to cut loose and get away from her family, Gordy to get closer to Martine, and Brett who must decide whether he wants to return to his troubled past and an uncertainty with May, the woman that he left behind. Once on the road, the trio find their relationships forging and changing in myriad ways, but it is Brett's story and his need to reconcile his past to his future that drives the two young people to reassess their own passages as well.