(Compski, can you do the link in the other thread, I can't do it)

Mrs. B: I knew it would come out right in the end! My dear, dear Lydia! She will be married. My good, kind brother! I knew how it would be. I knew he would manage everything! Oh, but the clothes! And of course she must be married from Longbourn. This is all nonsense about her being married from Cheapside! She must be married in Longbourn church, where her friends can see her.

(Done!)

Lizzie: No, ma'am. That is not possible. You must see that.

Mrs. B: I do not see that, why should I see that, why should that be?

Lizzie: Because shes' been living with Mr Wickam in London! and to arrive unmarried still...

(KIK)

Mrs. B: Oh, well. I suppose it must be, if you put it like that! But it is all very vexing, and Your uncle has been most highhanded! I don't see why he should take so much upon him?

Jane: Mamma, we are greatly indebted to Mr Gardiner.

Lizzie: He must have laid out a great deal of money to pay off Mr. Wickham's debts. More than we can ever repay.

Mrs. B: Why should he not? Who else should lay out money, but her own uncle?

Lizzie: Mother!

Mrs. B: Oh, well! I am so happy! A daughter married, and only just sixteen. "Mrs Wickham." Oh, how well that sounds! Oh, but the wedding clothes! Lizzy, my dear, go down to your father and ask how much he will give her. Oh, Jane, as soon as I am dressed, I shall go to Meryton and tell my sister Philips! Ring the bell for Hill! An airing will do me a great deal of good, I'm sure, and I shall call on Lady Lucas and Mrs. Long. Oh, Jane!

Lizzy: papa

Mrs. B: Jane, it's such wonderful news! Oh, where is Hill? Oh, Hill, have you heard the good news?

(ETA: Surprise! I have an eye doctor appointment this morning and a few minutes to kill)

Správa bola upravená autorom, Nov 9, 2009, 8:12am.

(I was shocked when I saw you already did the next line, YAY! Hope you have a good eye doctor appointment)

Mr. B: Shut the door, Lizzy.

(It went fine and I got to sleep in an extra hour!)

Mrs. B: And you shall have a bowl of punch to make merry at!

(YAY SLEEP!)

Mr. B: Someone, at least, finds pleasure in these events.

Lizzie: But considering what we thought only a few hours ago, it's not "so" bad, is it? Do you think my uncle had to pay out a great deal of money?

Mr. B: I do. Wickham's a fool if he takes her with a farthing less than ten thousand pounds.

Lizzie: Ten thousand pounds! Heaven forbid! How is half such a sum to be repaid?

Mr. B:I wish I had laid by an annual sum to bribe worthless young men to marry my daughters, but I have not, I confess. The reason was, of course, that I intended to father a son. The son would inherit the estate, no part of which would be entailed away, so providing for my widow and any other children. By the time your mother and I had abandoned hope of producing an heir, it seemed a little late to begin saving.

Lizzie: You could not have foreseen this, Father.

Mr. B: I should have taken better care of you all. The satisfaction of prevailing upon one of the most worthless young men in Britain, might then have rested in its proper place. As it is, the thing is done with extraordinary little inconvenience to myself. When you take into account what I shall save on Lydia's board and pocket allowance, I am scarcely ten pounds a year worse off. I am heartily ashamed of myself, Lizzy. But don't despair, it will pass...and no doubt more quickly than it should.

Lydia: Where is everyone?

(thoughtless, thoughtless girl:)

Very interesting, I am a big HArry POtter fan.lol

like Hagrid?

precher man: Dearly beloved. We are gathered here in the sight of God.

(kik Mr. A!)

Mr. Gardener: Mr. Wickham is to resign from the Militia and go into a northern regiment. Happily there are some among his former friends are willing to assist him in purchasing a commission. I have written to Colonel Forster to request that he will satisfy Mr. Wickham's creditors in Brighton, for which I've pledged myself.

Mr. B: "Perhaps you will be so good as to do the same for his creditors in Meryton, of whom I enclose a list according to his information. I hope, at least, he has not deceived us." Let us all hope so. "As soon as they are married, they will journey directly to join his regiment in Newcastle, unless they are first invited to Longbourn."

Mrs. B: Oh, yes, my dear Mr. Bennet, of course they must come here! I long to see my dear Lydia, and dear Wickham, too, of course, but it is shocking that poor Lydia should have been sent away from Brighton, and such a favourite among all the officers! There were several young men there, you know, that she liked very much, and they will miss her as much as she will miss them. These northern officers may not be so pleasant.

(She just doesn't get it)

Mr. B: Dear Mrs Bennet, I'm sure our youngest daughter will find friends as silly as she in Newcastle. She has a talent for making a spectacle of herself wherever she goes.

Mrs. B: If they are to leave Brighton, they should come to Hertfordshire and reside in the neighborhood. Haye Park might do, if the Gouldings would quit it, or the great house at Stoke, if the drawing-rooms were larger.

Kitty: Or Purvis Lodge.

Mrs. B: Oh, no dear, not Purvis Lodge! The attics are dreadful!

Mr B: Mrs Bennet, before you take any, or all of these houses, let us come to a right understanding. Into one house in the neighbourhood they shall "never" have admittance. Mr and Mrs Wickham will never be welcome to Longbourn.

Lydia: Lord! It seems an age since we were at Longbourn. Here you all are, just the same!

Mrs. B: My dear, dear Lydia, at last! Oh, I do believe you've grown! Oh, how we have missed you.

Lydia: We've been far too merry to miss any of you! Well, here we are! Haven't I caught myself a handsome husband?

Mrs. B: Indeed you have, my love! You are very welcome, sir.

Wickham: You are all goodness and kindness, ma'am, as always.

Mrs. B: Oh, let me give you a kiss, then!

Mr. B: Well, shall we go in?

Lydia: No, Jane. I take your place now. You must go lower, because I am a married woman.
"Mrs. Wickham!" Lord, how droll that sounds!
How do you like my husband, Lizzie? I believe you envy me. Was he not a favourite of yours, once?

(Oh, no, she's not puffed up and pleased with herself at all!)

Správa bola upravená autorom, Nov 16, 2009, 7:00pm.

(no, not at all! It kind of makes you wish for the zombie version where Elizabeth takes her head off)

Lizzie: Not at all, I assure you.

Lizzie thinks to herself: because I have common sense.

Lydia: A pity we didn't all go to Brighton. I could have got husbands for all my sisters!

Lizzie: Thank you for my share of the favor, but I don't particularly like your way of getting husbands.

(oh boy! Now we're getting to the good stuff)

Lydia: Isn't my husband a fine horseman? Colonel Forster said he has as good a seat as any officer in the regiment. I wished he could wear his red coat at the wedding, and have a guard of honor, but the officers could not be spared from duty, and in the end there was no one there but my aunt and uncle and Mr Darcy.

Lizzie: Mr. Darcy? Mr. Darcy was at your wedding?

Lydia: Oh, yes, for someone had to be groomsman. I had much rather it had been Denny or one of our friends... Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord, I forgot. I wasn't to say a word! And I promised them so faithfully. What'll Wickham say now? It was supposed to be a secret! *giggle giggle giggle*

(she really is irritating in this scene)

Lizzie: My dear Aunt, pray write and let me understand how he of all people should have been there, unless you, too, are bound to the secrecy which Lydia seems to think necessary.

(yea, but it shows quite well how much Lydia and Wickham deserve each other)

Mrs G: My dear niece, I must confess myself surprised by your letter. If you are in ignorance of the part that Mr Darcy played in bringing about the marriage, let me enlighten you at once. Mr Darcy paid us an unexpected visit...and so, my dear Lizzy, Mr Darcy would brook no opposition. He insisted on doing everything himself and bearing the entirety of the expense. Nothing was to be done that he did not do himself. Your uncle, instead of being allowed to be of use to his niece, had to accept having the credit of it.

Darcy: I must be allowed to insist on this. The fault is mine, and so must the remedy be. It was through my mistaken pride, my reserve, that Mr. Wickham's character has not been made known to the world. Had I not thought it beneath me to lay my private actions open, his character would have been exposed and this elopement never would have taken place.

Mr. G.: Mr. Darcy, I really believe you take too much upon yourself!

Darcy: I must insist on this, sir. I assure you that in this matter, argument is fruitless. The responsibility is mine. I must have it, sir. I shall not give way.

Wickham: My dear sister? I'm afraid I'm interrupting your solitary reverie.

Lizzie: You are, indeed. But it doesn't follow that the interruption must be unwelcome.

Wickham: I would be sorry if it were. You and I were always good friends.

Lizzie: True.

Wickham: Then shall we take a turn together, sister? I was surprised to see Darcy in town last month. We, um, we passed each other several times. I wonder what he could be doing there.

Lizzie: Perhaps preparing for the wedding...with Miss de Bourgh.

(So cruel of Lizzie to tease him like that :)

Wickham: Yes. Yes, perhaps.

(cruel but wonderful)

Lizzy: Must have been something particular, to take him there this time of year.

Wickham: Undoubtedly. Did you see him while you were at Lambton? I understood from the Gardiners that you had.

Správa bola upravená autorom, Nov 24, 2009, 2:38pm.

Lizzy:Yes. He introduced us to his sister.

Wickham: Did you like her?

Lizzie: Yes, I did like her, very much indeed.

Wickham: Well, I have heard that she is uncommonly improved within this last year or two. When I last saw her, she was not very promising. I'm glad you liked her. I hope she'll turn out well.

Lizzie: I dare say she will. She has got over the most trying age.

(which happens to be the age of your wife)

Wickham: Did you go by Kympton?

Lizzie: I don't recollect that we...

Wickham: I mention it because it was the living I should have had.

Lizzie: And how should you have liked making sermons?

Wicked Wickham: Exceedingly well.

Lizzie: I did hear that there was a time when sermon making was not so palatable to you as at present. That you actually declared your resolution of never taking orders and were compensated accordingly.

(Take that Wickham)

Wickham: (flustered) Well...

Lizzie: Oh come, Mr Wickham, we are brother and sister, you know. Let us not quarrel about the past.

Mrs. B: Oh, Lydia, when shall we meet again?

Lydia: Not these two or three years, perhaps.

Mrs. B: Oh! Not these two or three years! Oh, what shall I do? And Mr. Bennet is so cruel as to refuse to take us into the North Country!

Mary: I should refuse to go in any case.

Mrs. B: Oh, hold your tongue, girl! Who asked you? Oh, Lydia! You will write to me often, won't you?

Lydia: I don't know. We married women don't have much time for writing. My sisters may write to me. They will have nothing better to do.

Mrs. B: Oh, Lydia! Mr. Wickham, take care of my girl!

Wickham: I shall, ma'am, to the very best of my ability. And thank you ma'am, and to you, sir, for your continued kindness and hospitality. And to you, my dear sisters-in-law. And now as dear to me as sisters ever could be. But, the carriage awaits. Duty and honor call me to the North. So, come, my dear! Let us say not farewell, but as the French have it: Au revoir!

Mr. B: He's as fine a fellow as ever I saw! He simpers and smirks and makes love to us all. I am prodigiously proud of him. I defy even Sir William Lucas himself to produce such a son-in-law.

Mrs P: Sister! Sister! Have you heard the news? Mr Bingley is coming back to Netherfield, and the whole town is talking about it!

(Now it gets good!)

Jane: I do assure you, this news does not affect me, truly, Lizzy. I am glad of one thing. That he doesn't bring any ladies. If it is merely a shooting party, we shall not see him often. Not that I am afraid of myself... but I dread other people's remarks, Lizzy.

(NO MORE LYDIA!!)

Lizzy: Then I shall venture none... however sorely I am tempted. It is hard that the man can't come to a house he's legally rented, without raising all this speculation.

Jane: That is just what I think.

Lizzie: Then we shall leave him to himself.

Jane: Yes. Stop it, Lizzie.

Mrs. B: Three days he has been in the neighborhood, and still he shuns us! I say it's all your father's fault! He would not do his duty and call, so you shall die old maids, and we shall be turned out by the Collinses to starve in the hedgerows!

Mr. B.: You promised me last year that if I went to see him, he'd marry one of my daughters, but it all came to nothing. I won't be sent on a fool's errand again!

Kitty: Mamma! Mamma, look! I think he is coming!

(#93: I love that line!)

Mrs. B: Is it really him? I believe it must be! He is come, Jane! He is come at last. Run and put on your blue gown. No, no, stay where you are!

(Me too!)

Kitty: Who's with him?

Mrs. B: Oh, I don't know, dear. Some acquaintance, I suppose!

Mrs. Bennett is my role model.

(Oh I know mom ;))

Kitty:It looks like that man who used to be with him before. Mr... You know, that tall proud one.

Mrs. B: Mr. Darcy! I believe it is. Well, any friend of Mr. Bingley's will always be welcome here, to be sure, but else I must say I hate the sight of him, but I am determined to be civil. If only because the man is a friend of Bingley's, but no more than civil.
Sit up straight, Jane! Pull your shoulders back. A man could go a long way without seeing a figure like yours, if you'd make the most of it.
Oh!

Hill: Mr Bingley and Mr Darcy, ma'am.

Mrs. B: Mr. Bingley, you are very, very welcome.

(not just very)

Bingley: How do you do, Mrs. Bennet. I...

Mrs. Bennet: Have you no consideration for my poor nerves?

Mr. Darcy: I love you. Most ardently.

Bennet: No.

Mr. Darcy: Is this your reply?

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

Mr. Bennet: Well, if Jane does die, it will be a comfort to know

Elizabeth Bennet: ridiculous!

Mr. Darcy: chuckles Why?

Elizabeth Bennet: We've been nonsensical! Papa

Mr. Bennet: Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

Lady Catherine de Bourg: That is very strange.

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

Elizabeth Bennet: I don't understand.

Mr. Collins: Charlotte, come here.

Elizabeth Bennet: Charlotte!

Charlotte Lucas: Oh, for Heaven's sake! Don't look at me like that

Britni/Hypo,

This isn't for just any old quotes. We are trying to do them in order. You are welcome to contribute, but please stick to the part of the story we are on.

Thank you.

Mr. Collins: Forgive me…through the intercourse

(let's try this again)
Bingley: How do you do, Mrs. Bennet. I...

Mr. Bennet: Your mother will never see you again

122- Mrs Bennet: It's far too long since you were here, and very kind of you to call. Mr Bennet, of course, would have paid his addresses before this, were it not... Well here you are! I am delighted! And Mr Darcy you are welcome too. We began to be afraid you would never come back. People did say, you meant to quit the place by Michaelmas, but I hope that is not true.
Ring the bell for tea, Kitty.
A great many changes have taken place since you went away. Miss Lucas is married. And one of my daughters! You've heard of it or read it in the papers?

Bingley: Yes, indeed...

Mrs. B: Though it was not put in properly. It only said: "Lately, George Wickham, Esq. To Miss Lydia Bennet", without a syllable said about who her father was, or where she lived, or anything! Now they are gone to Newcastle, and there they are to stay. I don't know how long. I expect you've heard he's gone into the regulars. Well, thank Heaven he has some friends, though perhaps not as many as he deserves!

Lizzie: Do you mean to stay long in the neighbourhood on this visit?

Bingley: Our plans are not yet firmly settled, but I hope, I hope we shall stay some weeks. I hope very much we shall stay a few weeks. At the very least.

Mrs. B: Well, When you've killed your own birds, I beg you would come here and shoot as many as you please on Mr Bennet's manor. I'm sure he'll be happy to oblige you! I suppose you may bring your friends, if you will.

Jane: Now that this first meeting is over, I feel perfectly at ease.

Lizzie: Good

Jane: Now I know my own strength, and I shall never again be embarrassed by his coming. We shall be able to meet now as... as common and indifferent acquaintances.

Lizzie: Yes, very indifferent! Jane, take care.

Jane: Don't think me to be in any danger now, Lizzy.

Lizzie: I think you are in very great danger of making him as much in love with you as ever.

Bingley: You tell me now that she was in London all those months? And you concealed it from me?

(slug him Bingley!)

Darcy: Yes. I can offer no justification. It was an arrogant presumption, based on a failure to recognise your true feelings and Miss Bennet's. I should never have interfered. It was wrong of me, Bingley, and I apologise.

Bingley: You admit that you were in the wrong?

Darcy: Utterly and completely.

Bingley: Then... I have your blessing.

Darcy: Do you need my blessing?

(I love the way he says that)

Bingley: No, but I should like to know I have it all the same.

Darcy: Then go to it

Bingley: Bring me my horse at once. Quick, man!

Mrs. B: Jane! Jane! Oh, my dear Jane!

Jane: What is the matter?

Mrs. B: He is come!

Jane: Who is come?

Mrs. B:Mr Bingley, of course! Make haste, make haste, hurry down! Oh, gracious, you are not half dressed! Hill! Hill! Oh, where is Hill? Never mind, Sarah. You must come to Miss Bennet this moment! Come along and help her on with her gown!

Kitty: Mamma! Mamma! Where is my new locket that Lydia brought me from London? Mary, have you seen it?

Mary: I shouldn't know it if I saw it. I care nothing for such baubles.

Mrs. B: Oh, never mind your locket, girl! Jane, stir yourself. He is here, he is here!

Jane: We will be down as soon as we can. Let Kitty go down, she is forwarder.

Mrs. B: Oh, hang Kitty! What has she to do with it? Jane, be quick! Oh, where is your muslin dress, dear? Hill! Hill! Where is Hill?

Mrs. B: So Mr. Darcy has gone to town?

Bingley: Yes, ma'am. He left quite early this morning.

(this is one of my favorite bits)

Kitty: What's the matter, mamma? Why do you keep winking at me? What am I to do?

(it is great)

Mrs. B: Wink at you? Why should I wink at you, child? What a notion! Why should I be winking at my own daughter, pray? But now you ask, it puts me in mind. I do have something I would speak to you about. Come, come with me, and you, Mary. Come!

Hill: (a few awkward moments later) Miss Elizabeth...You're needed upstairs.

Lizzy: Mother, please let me go down to Jane. I promised I would stay with her.

mrs B: Stay where you are. Five more minutes will do the trick.

Lizzie: Oh, I am so sorry.

Jane: No. No, don't go, Lizzy.

Lizzie: Well?

Jane: Oh, Lizzy! I'm so happy! It is too much! It is too much! Oh, why can't everyone be as happy as I am? He loves me, Lizzy! He loves me!

Lizzie: of course he does!

Jane: He told me he always loved me all the time. He didn't believe...I must tell mamma. He is gone to papa already! Oh, Lizzy, could you believe things would end in this happy way?

Lizzie: I could and I do.

Jane: I must go to my mother. Oh, Lizzie! To know I shall be giving such pleasure to all my dear family! How shall I bear so much happiness?

Mr. B: Come back tomorrow, sir, if you can bear to. Come and shoot with me, if you will. There are few men whose society I can tolerate well. I believe you may be one of them.

Bingley: Thank you, sir. I shall be very happy to.

Mr. B: Very well, very well. Get along with you.

Bingley: 'Til tomorrow then!

Mr. B: Jane, congratulations. You will be a very happy woman.

Jane: Thank you, father. I believe I shall.

Mr. B: Well, well, you're a good girl. I've no doubt you'll do very well together. You're each of you so complying that nothing will ever be resolved on.

Jane: Papa!

Mr. B: So easy that every servant will cheat you!

Jane: No, indeed!

Mr. B: So generous that you will exceed your income.

Mrs. Bennett: Exceed their income! What are you talking about? Don't you know that he has 5,000 a year?! Oh, my dear, dear Jane! I am so happy! Oh, I knew how it would be! I was sure you could not be so beautiful for nothing. He is the handsomest man that was ever seen!

Jane: Oh, Lizzy. If only I could see you as happy. If there were only such another man for you.

Lizzy: If you were to give me forty such men, I could never be as happy as you. Till I have your goodness, I can never have your happiness. But... perhaps if I have very good luck... I may in time meet with another Mr. Collins!

Kitty: Mamma, Lizzy, come and look! The most enormous carriage has arrived.

(HERE SHE COMES!!)

Lady Catherine de Bourgh: What an extremely small hall!

Anxiously awaiting the famous quote.

Hill: If you'll wait here, your ladyship, I'll tell my mistress you're here.

Lady C: No, I will not wait! Where is she? Is this the drawing-room?

Hill: Lady Catherine de Bourgh.

*long silence*

Lady C: That woman, I suppose is your mother.