Bill and Sookie 2nd time Bill comes in to Merlotts

[Sookie takes Bill’s hand and the voices fade away]
[Rock music playing on radio]
Sookie: Your hand is cool.
Bill: Yes, uh - - I’m afraid I’m not as warm as the men that you must be accustomed to.
Sookie: What men?
[scoffs]
Sookie: What can I get for you tonight?
Bill: What are you?
Sookie: I told you. I’m a waitress.
Bill: No. You’re something more than that. You’re something more than human.
Sookie: I beg your pardon?
Bill: Sookie. That’s an unusual name, Sookie. Is it short for something else?
Sookie: Nope. Just - - just plain Sookie.
Bill: May I call on you sometime?
Sookie: Call on me?
Bill: Uh, may I come and visit with you at your home?

Bill and Sookie after Rattray's attack on bill

Transcript ep 1

Bill: You wanna drink the blood they collected?
Sookie: No.
Bill: I understand it makes humans feel more healthy. Improves their sex life.
Sookie: I’m as healthy as a horse. And I have no sex life to speak of, so - -you can just keep it.
Bill: You could always sell it.
Sookie: I wouldn’t touch it.
[Bill gets up quickly and comes to Sookie]
[Music playing]
Bill: What are you?
Sooke: Well… I - I’m - - I’m Sookie Stackhouse and I’m a waitress. What’s your name?
Bill: Bill.
[giggles]
Sookie: Bill? I - - I thought it might be Antoine or Basil or - - Or, heh - - or, like, Langord, maybe. But, Bill?
[laughs]
Sookie: Vampire Bill. Oh, my. So… Silver, huh? I thought that only affected werewolves. I-I-I’m not implying that werewolves exist. I mean, that’s just what you always see in the movies.
Bill: I’d appreciate it if you didn’t share this information with anyone. We don’t like for our weaknesses to be made public knowledge.
Sookie: Yeah, okay. Well, see ya, Bill. I gotta get back to work.

Bill and Sookie after Rattray's attack on Sookie

Ep 1 transcript

it was the vampire. I could see his glow. I could feel his tongue moving on my head. He was licking my head wound. I could hardly begrudge him.
"Do I taste different from other people?" I asked.
"Yes," he said in a thick voice. "What are you?"
It was the third time he'd asked. Third time's the charm, Gran always said.
"Hey, I'm not dead," I said. I suddenly remembered I'd expected to check out for good. I wiggled my arm, the one that had been broken. It was weak, but it wasn't flopping any longer. I could feel my legs, and I wiggled them, too. I breathed in and out experimentally and was pleased with the resulting mild ache. I struggled to sit up. That proved to be quite an effort, but not an impossibility. It was like my first fever-free day after I'd had pneumonia as a kid. Feeble but blissful. I was aware I'd survived something awful.
Before I finished straightening, he'd put his arms under me and cradled me to him. He leaned back against a tree. Ifelt very comfortable sitting on his lap, my head against his chest.
"What I am, is telepathic," I said. "I can hear people's thoughts."
"Even mine?" He sounded merely curious.
"No. That's why I like you so much," I said, floating on a sea of pinkish well-being. I couldn't seem to be bothered with camouflaging my thoughts. I felt his chest rumble as he laughed. The laugh was a little rusty.