Pride and Prejudice

Elizabeth Bennet:
I have been so blind.

Elizabeth Bennet:
Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony which is why I shall end up an old maid.

Elizabeth Bennet:
Mr Darcy? I'd more easily forgive his vanity had he not wounded mine. But no matter. I doubt we shall ever speak again.

Mr. Darcy:
Perfectly tolerable, I daresay, but not handsome enough to tempt me.

Mr. Darcy:
You can only have two motives, Caroline, and I would not interfere with either.

Mr. Darcy:
Miss Elizabeth, I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past few months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you. I had to see you.

Mr. Darcy:
You are mistaken; I write rather slowly.

Mr. Darcy:
You must know, surely you must know, it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I'd scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I would have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love... I love... I love you. And I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.

Elizabeth Bennet:
Now, if every young man in the room does not end the evening in love with you, I am no judge of beauty.

Jane Bennet:
Or men.

Elizabeth Bennet:
No, they are far too easy to judge.

Jane Bennet:
They're not all bad.

Elizabeth Bennet:
Humorless poppycocks, in my limited experience.

Jane Bennet:
One of these days, Lizzy, someone will catch your eye, and then you'll have to watch your tongue.

Elizabeth Bennet:
Which of these painted peacocks is our Mr. Bingley?

Charlotte Lucas:
He's the one on the left. And on the right is his sister.

Elizabeth Bennet:
And the person with the quizzical brow?

Charlotte Lucas:
That is his good friend, Mr. Darcy.

Elizabeth Bennet:
He looks miserable, poor soul.

Charlotte Lucas:
Miserable he may be, but poor he most certainly is not.

Elizabeth Bennet:
Tell me.

Charlotte Lucas:
10,000 a year and he owns half of Derbyshire.

Elizabeth Bennet:
The miserable half?

Elizabeth Bennet:
Do you dance, Mr. Darcy?

Mr. Darcy:
Not if I can help it.

Mr. Bingley:
I have never seen so many pretty girls in my life!

Mr. Darcy:
On the contrary, you were dancing with the only handsome girl in the room.

Mr. Bingley:
She is the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld! But her sister Elizabeth is very agreeable...

Mr. Darcy:
Perfectly tolerable, I daresay, but not handsome enough to tempt me.

Mr. Darcy:
Then what do you suggest, to encourage affection?

Elizabeth Bennet:
Dancing, even if one's partner is barely tolerable. [turns around and leaves]

Miss Bingley:
You write uncommonly fast, Mr. Darcy.

Mr. Darcy:
[not looking up from his letter] You are mistaken, I write rather slowly.

Miss Bingley:
Letters of business, too. how odious I should think them.

Mr. Darcy:
Well, then, it is fortunate that they fall to my lot instead of yours.

Mr. Collins:
And what excellent boiled potatoes. It's been many years since I had such an exemplary vegetable. To which of my fair cousins should I compliment the cooking?

Mrs. Bennet:
We are perfectly able to keep a cook.

Mr. Darcy:
May I have the next dance, Miss Elizabeth?

Elizabeth Bennet:
You may.

[After Lizzy - to her own surprise - has agreed to dance with Mr. Darcy]

Elizabeth Bennet:
Did I just agree to dance with Mr. Darcy?

Charlotte Lucas:
I daresay you will find him to be very amiable.

Elizabeth Bennet:
That would be most inconvenient since I have sworn to loathe him for all eternity.

Elizabeth Bennet:
: I love this dance.

Mr Darcy:
Indeed. Most invigorating.

Elizabeth Bennet:
It is your turn to say something, Mr Darcy. I talked about the dance. Now you ought to remark on the size of the room or the number of couples.

Mr Darcy:
I'm perfectly happy to oblige. Please advise me on what would you like most to hear?

Elizabeth Bennet:
That reply will do for present. Perhaps by and by I may observe that private balls are much pleasanter than public ones. For now, we may remain silent.

Mr Darcy:
Do you talk as a rule while dancing?

Elizabeth Bennet:
No. No, I prefer to be unsociable and taciturn. Makes it all so much more enjoyable, don't you think?

Mr Darcy:
Tell me, do you and your sisters very often walk to Meryton?

Elizabeth Bennet:
Yes, we often walk to Meryton. It's a great opportunity to meet new people. When you met us, we'd just had the pleasure of forming a new acquaintance.

Mr Darcy:
Mr Wickham's blessed with such happy manners, he's sure of making friends. Whether he's capable of retaining them is less so.

Elizabeth Bennet:
He's been so unfortunate as to lose your friendship. And I daresay that's an irreversible event?

Mr Darcy:
It is. Why do you ask such a question?

Elizabeth Bennet:
To make out your character, Mr Darcy.

Mr Darcy:
And what have you discovered?

Elizabeth Bennet:
Very little. I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly.

Mr Darcy:
I hope to afford you more clarity in the future.

Mr. Collins:
Mrs. Bennet I was hoping, if it would not trouble you, that I might solicit a private audience with Miss Elizabeth in the course of the morning.

Mrs. Bennet:
Oh, yes. Certainly. Lizzy will be very happy indeed. Everyone, out. Mr. Collins would like a private audience with your sister.

Elizabeth Bennet:
No, no, wait, please. I beg you. Mr. Collins can have nothing to say to me that anybody need not hear.

Mrs. Bennet:
No nonsense, Lizzy. I desire you will stay where you are. Everyone else to the drawing room. Mr. Bennet?

Mr. Bennet:
But...

Mrs. Bennet:
Now.

Mr. Darcy:
I, do not have the talent of conversing easily with people I have never met before.

Elizabeth Bennet:
Perhaps you should take your aunt's advice and practice?

Elizabeth Bennet:
[refusing to visit Pemberley]He's so...he's so rich.

Mr. Gardiner:
Oh, heavens Lizzy! What a snob you are! Objecting to poor Mr. Darcy because of his wealth! The poor man can't help it.

Mr. Darcy:
[after he sees Elizabeth at Pemberly, and follows her outside] Miss Elizabeth!

Elizabeth Bennet:
I thought you were in London.

Mr. Darcy:
No. No, I'm not.

Elizabeth Bennet:
No

[Simultaneously:
]

Elizabeth Bennet:
We would not have come if we'd known you were here.

Mr. Darcy:
I came back a day early.

[pause]

Elizabeth Bennet:
I'm in Derbyshire with my aunt and uncle.

Mr. Darcy:
And are you having a...pleasant trip?

Elizabeth Bennet:
Yes, very pleasant.

[pause]

Elizabeth Bennet:
Tomorrow we go to Matlock.

Mr. Darcy:
Tomorrow?

[pause]

Mr. Darcy:
Are you staying at Lambton?

Elizabeth Bennet:
Yes, at the Rose and Crown.

Mr. Darcy:
Yes.

[pause]

Elizabeth Bennet:
I'm so sorry to intrude. They said that the house was open for visitors, I had no idea....

Mr. Darcy:
May I see you back to the village?

Elizabeth Bennet:
No!

[pause]

Elizabeth Bennet:
I'm very fond of walking.

Mr. Darcy:
Yes! Yes, I know.

Elizabeth Bennet:
And what a beautiful pianoforte!

Georgiana Darcy:
My brother gave it to me. He shouldn't have--

Mr. Darcy:
Yes, I should've.

Georgiana Darcy:
Oh, very well, then.

[smiling at Lizzy]

Mr. Darcy:
Easily persuaded, is she not?

Elizabeth Bennet:
Your unfortunate brother once had to put up with my playing for a whole evening.

Georgiana Darcy:
[looking astonished] But he says you play so well!

Elizabeth Bennet:
Then he has perjured himself most profoundly.

[laughing]

Mr. Darcy:
No, I said "played quite well."

Elizabeth Bennet:
Oh, "quite well" is not "very well." I'm satisfied.

Georgiana Darcy:
Do you play duets, Miss Elizabeth?

Elizabeth Bennet:
Only when forced.

Georgiana Darcy:
[to Darcy] Brother, you must force her.

Lydia Bennet:
[talking about finding a best man for her wedding] ...luckily he did show up, or we would have had to ask Mr. Darcy and I don't really like him--

Elizabeth Bennet:
Mr. Darcy?

Lydia Bennet:
Oh! But I shouldn't say...

Elizabeth Bennet:
Mr. Darcy was at your wedding?

Lydia Bennet:
He was the one who discovered us. He paid for the wedding, Wickham's commission, everything. But I shouldn't have said anything, he told me not to tell.

Elizabeth Bennet:
Mr. Darcy...?

Lydia Bennet:
Oh, hush, Lizzy. Honestly, Mr. Darcy isn't half so high and mighty as you sometimes.

Mr. Bennet:
: Shut the door, please, Elizabeth. Lizzy, are you out of your senses? I thought you hated the man.

Elizabeth Bennet:
: No, Papa.

Mr. Bennet:
: He's rich, to be sure, and you will have more fine carriages than Jane. But will that make you happy?

Elizabeth Bennet:
: Have you no other objection than your belief in my indifference?

Mr. Bennet:
: None at all. We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of fellow. But this would be nothing if you really liked him.

Elizabeth Bennet:
: I do like him.

Mr. Bennet:
: Well...

Elizabeth Bennet:
: I love him. He's not proud. I was wrong. I was entirely wrong about him. You don't know him, Papa. If I told you what he was really like, what he's done...

Mr. Bennet:
: What has he done?

Mr. Bennet:
: Good Lord. I must pay him back.

Elizabeth Bennet:
: No. You mustn't tell anyone. He wouldn't want it. We misjudged him, Papa. Me more than anyone in every way. Not just in this matter. I've been nonsensical. But he's been a fool about, about Jane, about so many other things. But then, so have I. You see, he and I are...he and I are so similar. We're both so stubborn. Papa, I...

Mr. Bennet:
: [smiling] You really do love him, don't you?

Elizabeth Bennet:
: Very much.

Mr. Bennet:
: I cannot believe that anyone can deserve you. But it seems I am overruled. So I heartily give my consent.[Elizabeth hugs him] I could not have parted with you, my Lizzie, to anyone less worthy.

Elizabeth Bennet:
: [kisses his forehead] Thank you. [Elizabeth leaves the room]

Mr. Bennet:
: If any young men come for Mary or Kitty, for heaven's sake, send them in. I'm quite at my leisure.

Mr. Darcy:
How are you this evening, my dear?

Elizabeth Bennet:
Very well. Only I wish you would not call me "my dear".

Mr. Darcy:
Why?

Elizabeth Bennet:
Because it's what my father always called my mother when he's cross about something.

Mr. Darcy:
What endearments am I allowed?

Elizabeth Bennet:
Well let me think..."Lizzy" for everyday, "My Pearl" for Sundays, and..."Goddess Divine", but only on very special occasions.

Mr. Darcy:
[Chuckles] And...what should I call you when I'm cross? "Mrs. Darcy"?

Elizabeth Bennet:
[Smiling] No! No. You may only call me "Mrs. Darcy"... when you are completely, perfectly, and incandescently happy.

Mr. Darcy:
[chuckles] How are you this evening... Mrs. Darcy? [kisses her forehead]

Mr. Darcy:
Mrs. Darcy [kisses her left cheek]

Mr. Darcy:
Mrs. Darcy [kisses her nose]

Mr. Darcy:
Mrs. Darcy [kisses her right cheek]

Mr. Darcy:
Mrs. Darcy [they kiss]

Mr. Darcy:
In vain I have struggled this will not do, allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.