Elizabeth Bennet Quotes in Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (2016)

Elizabeth Bennet: To succeed in polite society, a young woman must be many things. Kind... well-read... and accomplished. But to survive in the world as WE know it, you'll need... other qualities.

Elizabeth Bennet: [to an unconscious Darcy, after the bridge explosion] The very first moment I beheld you, my heart was irrevocably gone.

Elizabeth Bennet: Mr. Darcy, you look as though you are fully mended.

Mr. Darcy: I am. Thank you... If it wasn't for you I'd of surely perished. You have saved me in more ways than one. What you said to me on Hingham Bridge.

Elizabeth Bennet: You heard me?

Mr. Darcy: I did. It gave me hope.

Elizabeth Bennet: For what?

Mr. Darcy: That your feelings towards me may have changed? However one word from you now will silence me on the subject forever. You are the love of my life Elizabeth Bennet. So I ask you now... half in anguish... half in hope... Will you do me the great great honor, of taking me for your husband?

Elizabeth Bennet: [happily] Yes!

Elizabeth Bennet: I shall never relinquish my sword for a ring.

Charlotte: For the right man, you would.

Elizabeth Bennet: The right man wouldn't ask me to.

Elizabeth Bennet: My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.

Mr. Darcy: Miss Bennet, although I know many consider you to be decidedly inferior as a matter of your birth, family and circumstances, my feelings will not be repressed. In vain, I struggled. I've come to feel for you a most ardent admiration and regard which has overcome my better judgment.

[takes a knee]

Mr. Darcy: So now I ask you most fervently to end my turmoil and consent to be my wife.

Elizabeth Bennet: [in slight shock] If I could feel gratitude I would now thank you. But I cannot. I never desired your good opinion. And you've certainly bestowed it most unwillingly.

Mr. Darcy: [to Bingley] Carelessness when dealing with a zombie infection can lead to your abrupt demise.

Elizabeth Bennet: [suddenly at his side] Arrogance can lead to yours.

Mr. Darcy: [irate] Your defect, Ms. Bennet, besides eavesdropping... is to willfully misunderstand people.

Elizabeth Bennet: And yours is to be unjustly prejudiced against them.

Elizabeth Bennet: A woman is either highly trained or highly refined. One cannot afford the luxury of both in such times.

Elizabeth Bennet: Your abilities as a warrior are beyond reproach, Mr. Darcy. If only you were as good a friend.

Mr. Bennet: [cunningly] An unhappy alternative is before you. Your mother will never speak to you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins. And I will never speak to you again if you do.

Mrs. Bennet: [realizing, outraged] Who will maintain you when your father is dead? No one, Elizabeth Bennet! You shall become a poor and pathetic spinster!

Elizabeth Bennet: [near tears] Anything! Anything is to be preferred or endured rather than marrying without affection!

Mrs. Bennet: Do not worry, Mr. Collins, she shall be brought to reason.

Parson Collins: Oh good!

Elizabeth Bennet: No.

Parson Collins: Oh no.

Elizabeth Bennet: Mr. Darcy, you're as unfeeling as the undead.

[first lines]

Elizabeth Bennet: It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains.

Elizabeth Bennet: Mrs. Featherstone. You're undead.

Mrs. Featherstone: Shh, I've come to tell you a...

[head gets blown off]

Mr. Bingley: You prefer reading to cards?

Elizabeth Bennet: I prefer a great many things to cards.

Caroline Bingley: [In Japanese] One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.

[Everyone laughs]

Elizabeth Bennet: I don't speak Japanese.

Caroline Bingley: No, of course. You didn't train in Japan. China, was it?

Elizabeth Bennet: A Shaolin temple in Henan province. It was there that I learned to endure all manner of discomfort.

Caroline Bingley: May I inquire as to the nature of this discomfort?

Elizabeth Bennet: I'd much rather give you a demonstration.

Lady Catherine de Bourgh: You're a very small estate here.

Elizabeth Bennet: And yet we endure it.

Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you... I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.

Elizabeth Bennet: I don't understand.

Mr. Darcy: I love you.

[last lines]

[US version]

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

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

Mr. Darcy: [chuckles] Why?

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

Mr. Darcy: What endearments am I allowed?

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

Mr. Darcy: And... what should I call you when I am cross? Mrs. Darcy...?

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

Mr. Darcy: [he snickers] Then how are you this evening... Mrs. Darcy?

[kisses her on the forehead]

Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy...

[kisses her on the right cheek]

Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy...

[kisses her on the nose]

Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy...

[kisses her on the left cheek]

Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy...

[finally kisses her on the mouth]

Mr. Darcy: So this is your opinion of me. Thank you for explaining so fully. Perhaps these offences might have been overlooked had not your pride been hurt by my honesty...

Elizabeth Bennet: *My* pride?

Mr. Darcy: ...in admitting scruples about our relationship. Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances?

Elizabeth Bennet: And those are the words of a gentleman. From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.

[they look at each other for a long time as though about to kiss]

Mr. Darcy: Forgive me, madam, for taking up so much of your time.

[ordered to order Lizzie to accept Mr. Collins's proposal]

Mr. Bennet: Your mother insists on you marrying Mr. Collins...

Mrs. Bennet: Yes! Or I'll never see her again!

Mr. Bennet: Well, Lizzy, from this day henceforth it seems you must be a stranger to one of your parents...

Mrs. Bennet: Who will maintain you when your father's gone?

Mr. Bennet: Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins... and I will never see you again if you do.

Mrs. Bennet: Mr. Bennet!

Elizabeth Bennet: Thank you, Papa.

Elizabeth Bennet: And that put paid to it. I wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love?

Mr. Darcy: I thought that poetry was the food of love.

Elizabeth Bennet: Of a fine stout love, it may. But if it is only a vague inclination I'm convinced one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead

Mr. Darcy: So what do you recommend to encourage affection?

Elizabeth Bennet: Dancing. Even if one's partner is barely tolerable.

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

Elizabeth Bennet: 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.

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: But he says you play so well.

Elizabeth Bennet: Then he has perjured himself most profoundly.

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

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

Mr. Bennet: 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 objection other than your belief in my indifference?

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

Elizabeth Bennet: I do like him.

Mr. Bennet: Well...

Elizabeth Bennet: I love him.

Elizabeth Bennet: I'm very fond of walking.

Mr. Darcy: Yes... yes I know.

Mr. Darcy: I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand.

Elizabeth Bennet: Sir, I appreciate the struggle you have been through, and I am very sorry to have caused you pain. Believe me, it was unconsciously done.

Mr. Darcy: Is this your reply?

Elizabeth Bennet: Yes, sir.

Mr. Darcy: Are you... are you laughing at me?

Elizabeth Bennet: No.

Mr. Darcy: Are you *rejecting* me?

Elizabeth Bennet: I'm sure that the feelings which, as you've told me have hindered your regard, will help you in overcoming it.

Mr. Darcy: Might I ask why, with so little endeavor at civility, I am thus repulsed?

Elizabeth Bennet: And I might as well enquire why, with so evident a design of insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your better judgment.

Mr. Bennet: I cannot believe that anyone can deserve you... but it apppears I am overruled. So, I heartily give my consent.

Elizabeth Bennet: [kissing and hugging him] Thank you.

Mr. Bennet: I could not have parted with you, my Lizzy, to anyone less worthy.

Elizabeth Bennet: [as she writes to Jane, Darcy suddenly enters] Mr.Darcy.

[Darcy bows, Elizabeth stands and curtseys]

Elizabeth Bennet: Please, do be seated.

[no reponse]

Elizabeth Bennet: [silence] Mr and Mrs Collins have gone to the village.

Mr. Darcy: [nods and looks around the room] This is a charming house. I believe my aunt did a great deal to it when Mr.Collins first arrived.

Elizabeth Bennet: I believe so. She could not have bestowed her kindness on a more grateful subject.

[more silence, neither one of them know what to say]

Elizabeth Bennet: Shall I call for some tea?

Mr. Darcy: No, thank you.

[a few brief more moments of silence]

Mr. Darcy: Good day, Miss Elizabeth, it's been a pleasure.

[rushes out, passing by Charlotte]

Charlotte Lucas: [to Elizabeth] What have you done to poor Mr.Darcy?

Elizabeth Bennet: ...I have no idea.

Mr. Bennet: Well, if Jane does die, it will be a comfort to know she was in pursuit of Mr. Bingley.

Mrs. Bennet: People do not *die* of colds.

Elizabeth Bennet: Though she may well perish with the shame of having such a mother.

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: He's been a fool about so many things, about Jane, and others... but then, so have I. You see, he and I are so similar.

[starts laughing helplessly]

Elizabeth Bennet: We've been nonsensical! Papa, I...

Mr. Bennet: [also starts laughing, softly] You really do love him, don't you?

Elizabeth Bennet: Very much.

Mr. Bingley: [overheard by Charlotte and Elizabeth] But her sister Elizabeth is very agreeable.

Mr. Darcy: Thoroughly tolerable, I dare say, but not handsome enough to tempt *me*. You'd better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles. You're wasting your time with me.

[the two men depart]

Charlotte Lucas: Count your blessings, Lizzy. If he liked you, you'd have to talk to him.

Elizabeth Bennet: Precisely. As it is I wouldn't dance with him for all of Darbyshire, let alone the miserable half.

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?

Caroline Bingley: Miss Elizabeth, let us take a turn about the room.

[Caroline takes Lizzy's arm in hers, and they walk gracefully in a circle around the room]

Caroline Bingley: It's refreshing, is it not after sitting so long in one attitude?

Elizabeth Bennet: And it is a small kind of accomplishment, I suppose.

Caroline Bingley: Will you not join us, Mr. Darcy?

Mr. Darcy: You can only have two motives, Caroline and I would interfere with either.

Caroline Bingley: What can he mean?

Elizabeth Bennet: Our surest way of disappointing him will be to ask him nothing about it.

Caroline Bingley: But Do tell us, Mr. Darcy.

Mr. Darcy: Either you are in each other's confidence and have secret affairs to discuss, or you are conscious that your figures appear to the greatest advantage by walking. If the first, I should get in your way. If the second, I can admire you much better from here.

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

Charlotte Lucas: I dare say you will find him amiable.

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

[both laugh]

Elizabeth Bennet: I've been so blind.

Elizabeth Bennet: I could more easily forgive his vanity had he not wounded mine.

Mr. Bennet: How happy for you, Mr. Collins, to possess a talent for flattering with such... delicacy.

Elizabeth Bennet: Do these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment, or are they the result of previous study?

Mr. Collins: They arise chiefly from what is passing of the time. And though I do sometimes amuse myself with arranging such little elegant compliments, I always wish to give them as unstudied an air as possible.

Elizabeth Bennet: Oh, believe me, no one would suspect your manners to be rehearsed.

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

Mr. Bennet: What has he done?

Lady Catherine de Bourg: Now tell me once and for all: Are you engaged to him?

Elizabeth Bennet: I am not.

Lady Catherine de Bourg: And will you promise never to enter into such an engagement?

Elizabeth Bennet: I will not and I certainly never shall. You have insulted me in every possible way, and can now have nothing further to say.

[Goes towards the door]

Elizabeth Bennet: I must ask you to leave immediately.

[Opens door]

Elizabeth Bennet: Good night.

Lady Catherine de Bourg: [Storms out] I have never been thus treated in my entire life.

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

Elizabeth Bennet: [taken aback] You may.

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?

Georgiana Darcy: [to Elizabeth on playing the piano] Do you play duets Miss Bennet?

Elizabeth Bennet: Only when forced.

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

[Mr. Darcy walks next to the piano]

Elizabeth Bennet: You mean to frighten me, Mr. Darcy, by coming in all your state to hear me, but I won't be alarmed even if your sister does play so well.

Mr. Darcy: I am well enough acquainted with you, Miss Elizabeth, to know that I can not alarm you, even should I wish it.

Elizabeth Bennet: Are you too proud Mr. Darcy? And would you consider pride a fault or a virtue?

Mr. Darcy: That I couldn't say.

Elizabeth Bennet: Because we're doing our best to find a fault in you.

Mr. Darcy: Maybe it's that I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offenses against me. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.

Elizabeth Bennet: Oh, dear, I cannot tease you about that. What a shame, for I dearly love to laugh.

Caroline Bingley: A family trait, I think.

Caroline Bingley: [Elizabeth enters the room, Darcy stands. Caroline is appalled] Good Lord, Miss Elizabeth. Did you walk here?

Elizabeth Bennet: I did.

[long pause]

Elizabeth Bennet: I'm so sorry. How is my sister?

Mr. Darcy: She's upstairs.

Elizabeth Bennet: [another pause; she smiles and curtseys] Thank you.

[she leaves the room]

Caroline Bingley: My goodness, did you see her hem? Six inches deep in mud. She looked positively mediaeval.

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

Jane Bennet: [giggles] Or men.

Elizabeth Bennet: [laughs brightly] 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.

Mrs. Bennet: Now she'll have to stay the night. Exactly as I predicted.

Mr. Bennet: Good grief, woman. Your skills in the art of matchmaking are positively occult.

[Mrs. Bennet giggles]

Elizabeth Bennet: Though I don't think, Mama, you can reasonably take credit for making it rain.

Elizabeth Bennet: Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony.

Mr. Wickham: And buckles. When it comes to buckles, I'm lost.

Elizabeth Bennet: Dear, oh dear. You must be the shame of the regiment.

Mr. Wickham: Oh, a laughing stock!

Elizabeth Bennet: What DO your superiors do with you?

Mr. Wickham: Ignore me, mostly.

Elizabeth Bennet: I thought you were in London.

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

Mr. Darcy: Are you so severe on your own sex?

Elizabeth Bennet: I never saw such a woman. She would certainly be a fearsome thing to behold.

Elizabeth Bennet: Do you dance, Mr. Darcy?

Mr. Darcy: Not if I can help it.

Elizabeth Bennet: If I was uncivil, then that is some excuse. But I have other reasons, you know I have.

Mr. Darcy: What reasons?

Elizabeth Bennet: Do you think anything might tempt me to accept the hand of the man who has ruined, perhaps for ever, the happiness of a most beloved sister? Do you deny that you separated a young couple who loved each other, exposing your friend to censure of the world for caprice and my sister to derision for disappointed hopes, involving them both in misery of the acutest kind?

Mr. Darcy: I do not deny it.

Elizabeth Bennet: How could you do it?

Charlotte Lucas: What on earth have you done to poor Mr. Darcy?

Elizabeth Bennet: I have no idea.

Elizabeth Bennet: If he cannot percieve her regard, he is a fool.

Charlotte Lucas: We are all fools in love.

Elizabeth Bennet: So which of the painted peacocks is our Mr. Bingley?

Charlotte Lucas: Well he's on the right and on the left is his sister.

Elizabeth Bennet: And the person with the quizzical brow?

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

Elizabeth Bennet: The miserable poor soul!

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

Elizabeth Bennet: Tell me.

Charlotte Lucas: Ten thousand a year and he owns half of Derbyshire.

Elizabeth Bennet: The miserable half?

Elizabeth Bennet: Charlotte!

Charlotte Lucas: My dear Lizzy. I've come to tell you the news. Mr. Collins and I are... engaged.

Elizabeth Bennet: To be married?

Charlotte Lucas: Yes of course. What other kind of engaged is there?

[Lizzy looks shocked]

Charlotte Lucas: Oh, for Heaven's sake! Don't look at me like that Lizzy! There is no earthly reason why I shouldn't be as happy with him as any other.

Elizabeth Bennet: But he's ridiculous!

Charlotte Lucas: Oh hush! Not all of us can afford to be romantic. I've been offered a comfortable home and protection. There's alot to be thankful for.

Elizabeth Bennet: But...

Charlotte Lucas: I'm twenty-seven years old, I've no money and no prospects. I'm already a burden to my parents and I'm frightened. So don't you judge me, Lizzy. Don't you dare judge me!

Jane Bennet: Oh, Lizzy, if I could but see you happy. If there were such another man for you.

Elizabeth Bennet: Perhaps Mr. Collins has a cousin.

Jane Bennet: Mr. Bingley is just what a young man ought to be. Sensible, good humour...

Elizabeth Bennet: Handsome, conveniently rich.

Jane Bennet: You know perfectly well that I do not believe that marriage should be driven by thoughts of money!

Elizabeth Bennet: [On Marriage] Is that really all you think about?

Mrs. Bennet: When you have five daughters, Lizzie, tell me what else will occupy your thoughts, and then perhaps you will understand.

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

Elizabeth Bennet: Yes... very pleasant.

Elizabeth Bennet: He's so... He's so... He's so rich.

Mary Bennet: The glories of nature. What are men compared to rocks and mountains?

Elizabeth Bennet: Believe me. Men are either eaten up with arrogance or stupidity. If they are amiable, they are so easily led they have no minds of their own whatsoever.

Mrs. Gardiner: Take care, my love. That savors strongly of bitterness.

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.

Kitty Bennet: Papa!

Mrs. Bennet: Is he amiable?

Mary Bennet: Who?

Kitty Bennet: Is he handsome?

Mary Bennet: Who?

Lydia Bennet: He's sure to be handsome.

Elizabeth Bennet: For five thousand a year, it would not matter if he's got warts and a leer.

Mary Bennet: Who's got warts?

Mr. Bennet: I'll give my heartiest consent to his marrying whichever of the girls he chooses.

Lydia Bennet: So will he come to the ball tomorrow, Papa?

Mr. Bennet: I believe so.

Mr. Bingley: Your friend, Miss Lucas, is a most amusing young woman.

Elizabeth Bennet: Oh, yes, I adore her!

Mrs. Bennet: It is a pity she's not more handsome.

Elizabeth Bennet: Mama!

Mrs. Bennet: Oh, but Lizzie would never admit that she's plain. Of course, it's my Jane that's considered the beauty of the county.

Jane Bennet: No, Mama, please...

Mrs. Bennet: When she was only fifteen there was a gentleman that was so much in love with her that I was sure he would make her an offer. However, he did write her some very pretty verses.

Jane Bennet: Do you really believe he liked me, Lizzie?

Elizabeth Bennet: Jane, he danced with you most of the night and stared at you for the rest of it. But I give you leave to like him. You've liked great deal a stupider person. You're a great deal too apt to like people in general, you know. All the world is good and agreeable in your eyes.

Jane Bennet: Not his friend! I still can't believe what he said about you.

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

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. In fact, 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, as may ensure his making friends. Whether he is capable of retaining them, is less certain.

Elizabeth Bennet: He's been so unfortunate as to lose your friendship. I dare say that is an irreversible event.

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

Elizabeth Bennet: To make out your character.

Mr. Darcy: 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.

Lady Catherine de Bourg: Mr. Darcy is engaged to my daughter. Now what have you to say?

Elizabeth Bennet: Only this - that if he is so, you can have no reason to suppose he will make an offer to *me*.

Elizabeth Bennet: Kitty! Lydi! What have I told you about listening at the door!

Lydia Bennet: Shh! Nevermind that! It's Mr. Bingley, right from the North!

[Kitty is incoherent]

Lydia Bennet: Five thousand a year!

Elizabeth Bennet: Really?

Lydia Bennet, Kitty Bennet: [in unison] He's single!

Jane Bennet: Who's single?

Elizabeth Bennet: A Mr. Bingley, apparently.

Kitty Bennet: Shh!

Jane Bennet: How do you like it here in Hertfordshire, Mr. Bingley?

Mr. Bingley: Very much.

Elizabeth Bennet: The library at Netherfield, I've heard, is one of the finest in the country.

Mr. Bingley: Yes, fills me with guilt. Not a very good reader, you see. Prefer being out of doors. Oh, I mean I can read, of course. And I'm not suggesting you can't read out of doors, of course. Um...

Jane Bennet: I wish I read more but there always seems to be so many other things to do.

Mr. Bingley: Yes, that's exactly what I meant!

Mrs. Bennet: Oh, Mr. Bennet, the way you carry on, anyone would think our girls look forward to a grand inheritance. When you die, Mr. Bennet, which may in fact be very soon, our girls will be left without a roof to their head nor a penny to their name.

Elizabeth Bennet: Oh, Mama, please. It's ten in the morning.

Elizabeth Bennet: [to Mr. Collins] Mr. Collins, I cannot accept you.

[first lines]

Elizabeth Bennet: [to frolicking sisters] Lydia! Kitty!

Mrs. Bennet: My dear Mr Bennet, have you heard? Netherfield Park is let at last. Do you not want to know who has taken it?

Mr. Bennet: As you wish to tell me, my dear, I doubt I have any choice in the matter.

Charlotte Lucas: Count your blessings, Lizzie. If he liked you you'd have to talk to him.

Elizabeth Bennet: Precisely. As it is, I wouldn't dance with him for all of Derbyshire, let alone the miserable half!

Elizabeth Bennet: Mr Collins is a man who makes you despair at the entire sex.

Mr. Wickham: Yours, I believe.

Elizabeth Bennet: Sir, I am honored by your proposal, but I regret that I must decline it.

Mr. Collins: I know ladies don't seek to seem too eager...

Elizabeth Bennet: Mr Collins, I am perfectly serious. You could not make me happy. And I'm the last woman in the world who could make you happy.

Mr. Collins: I flatter myself that your refusal is merely a natural delicacy. Besides, despite manifold attractions, it is by no means certain another offer of marriage will ever be made to you. I must conclude that you simply seek to increase my love by suspense, according to the usual practice of elegant females.

Elizabeth Bennet: I am not the sort of female to torment a respectable man. Please understand me, I cannot accept you.

Mr. Darcy: I have made the mistake of being honest with you.

Elizabeth Bennet: Honesty is a greatly overrated virtue. Silence in this case would have been more agreeable.

Elizabeth Bennet: Oh Mr. Darcy, Miss Bingley here is eager for her lesson. I hope you will enjoy it, Miss Bingley, and that you will learn to direct your darts with greater accuracy.

Elizabeth Bennet: I tremble and obey.