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

Elizabeth Bennet: He looks miserable, poor soul.
Charlotte Lucas: Miserable he may be, but poor he most certainly is not.
Elizabeth: Tell me.
Charlotte: 10,000 a year and he owns half of Derbyshire.
Elizabeth: The miserable half?

Elizabeth: Do you dance, Mr. Darcy?
Mr. Darcy: Not if I can help it.

Mr. Bingley: But her sister Elizabeth is very agreeable.
Mr. Darcy: Perfectly 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.
Charlotte: Count your blessings Lizzie. If he liked you, you'd have to talk to him.
Elizabeth: Precisely. As it is I wouldn't dance with him for all of Darbyshire, let alone the miserable half.

Netherfield Butler: A Mrs. Bennet, a Miss Bennet, a Miss Bennet and a Miss Bennet, sir.
Ms. Bingley: Oh for heaven's sake, are we to receive every Bennet in the country?

Ms. Bingley to Mr. Darcy: I can't help thinking that at some point someone is going to produce a piglet and we'll all have to chase it.

Mr. Darcy: Tell me, do you and your sisters very often walk to Meryton?
Elizabeth: 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 may be equally capable of retaining them, is less certain.
Elizabeth: He's been so unfortunate as to lose your friendship. That is irreversible?
Mr. Darcy: It is. Why do you ask such a question?
Elizabeth: To make out your character.
Mr. Darcy: What have you discovered?
Elizabeth: 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. 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.

Charlotte: Mr. Collins and I are engaged.
Elizabeth: Engaged?
Charlotte: Yes.
Elizabeth: To be married?
Charlotte: Yes, Lizzie, what other kind of engaged is there? Oh, for heaven's sake, Lizzie, don't look at me like that. There is no earthly reason why I shouldn't be as happy with him as any other.
Elizabeth: But he's ridiculous.
Charlotte: Oh hush.

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: I don't understand.
Mr. Darcy: I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand.
Elizabeth: 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: Yes, sir.
Mr. Darcy: Are you... are you laughing at me?
Elizabeth: No.
Mr. Darcy: Are you rejecting me?
Elizabeth: 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: 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.

Elizabeth: If I was uncivil, then that is some excuse. But I have other reasons, you know I do.
Mr. Darcy: What reasons?
Elizabeth: 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: How could you do it?

Elizabeth: From the first moment I met you, your arrogance made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever marry.

Elizabeth: What a beautiful pianoforte.
Georgiana: My brother gave it to me. He shouldn't have.
Mr. Darcy: Yes, I should've.
Georgiana: Oh, very well then.
Mr. Darcy: Easily persuaded, is she not?
Elizabeth: Your unfortunate brother once had to put up with my playing for a whole evening.
Georgiana: But he says you play so well.
Elizabeth: Then he has perjured himself most profoundly.
Mr. Darcy: No I said, "played quite well."
Elizabeth: Oh, "quite well" is not "very well." I'm satisfied.

Georgiana: Do you play duets Miss Bennet?
Elizabeth: Only when forced.
Georgiana: Brother, you must force her.

Elizabeth: 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.

Elizabeth to Jane: I've been so blind.

Jane to Mr. Bingley: Yes. A thousand times yes.

Lady Catherine: Now tell me once and for all: Are you engaged to him?
Elizabeth: I am not.
Lady Catherine: And will you promise never to enter into such an engagement?
Elizabeth: 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* I must ask you to leave immediately. *opens door* Good night.
Lady Catherine: *storms out* I have never been thus treated in my entire life.

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 will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.

Mr. Bennet: Lizzie, are you out of your senses? I thought you hated the man.
Elizabeth: 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: 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: I do like him.
Mr. Bennet: Well...
Elizabeth: I love him.

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

Mrs. Bennet: But she doesn't like him. I thought she didn't like him.
Jane: So did I, so did we all. We must have been wrong.
Mrs. Bennet: Wouldn't be the first time, will it?
Jane: No, nor the last I dare say.

Mr. Darcy: How are you this evening, my dear?
Elizabeth: Very well. Only, I wish you would not call me my dear.
Mr. Darcy: Why?
Elizabeth: Because it's what my father calls my mother whenever he's cross about something.
Mr. Darcy: Well, what endearments am I allowed?
Elizabeth: Well, let me think..."Lizzie" for everyday, "my pearl" for Sundays, and "Goddess Divine," but only on special occasions.
Mr. Darcy: And what am I to call you when I'm cross? "Mrs. Darcy?"
Elizabeth: No, you may only call me "Mrs. Darcy" when you are completely, perfectly and incandescently happy.
Mr. Darcy: And how are you this evening... Mrs. Darcy? Mrs. Darcy... Mrs. Darcy... Mrs. Darcy! *kisses her*