Marianne: Fanny wishes to know where the key to the silver cabinet is kept.
Elinor: Betsy had it I think. What does Fanny want with the silver?
Marianne: One can only presume she wants to count it.

Marianne: How do you like your view, Mr. Farris?

Marianne: To die for love. How can you say so? What can be more glorious?

Marianne: Is love a fancy or a feeling? Or a Farris?

Margaret: It's going to rain.
Marianne: It isn't going to rain.
Margaret: You always say that and then it always does.

Margaret: Oh please, can I go? I'll be twelve soon.

Margaret: We've been enjoying very fine weather. *Marianne hits her shoulder* Well, we have.

Edward: Perhaps Margaret is right. Piracy is our only option.

Edward: There's something of great importance that I need to...uh...to tell you...about my, uh, education.
Elinor: Your education?
Edward: Yes. It was conducted, um, oddly enough in Plymouth.
Elinor: Indeed.
Edward: Yes. Do you know it?
Elinor: Plymouth?
Edward: Yes.
Elinor: No.

Mrs Jennings: What sort of man is he, Ms. Dashwood? Butcher? Baker? Candlestick maker? I shall wrinkle it out of you.

Margaret: I'm not suppose to run.

Margaret: Oh please don't say anything important.

Margaret: They always knell down.

Elinor: John and Fannie are in town. I think we are forced to see them.

Elinor: Did he tell you he loved you?
Marianne: Yes... no. Never absolutely. It was everyday implied but never declared.

Edward: I wish to check the position of the Nile. My sister tells me it is in South America.
Elinor: Oh! No! She's quite wrong, for I believe it is in Belgium.
Edward: You must be thinking of the Volga.
Margaret: The Volga?
Elinor: Of course, the Volga! Which, as you know, starts in -
Edward: Vladivostock, and ends in -
Elinor: Wimbledon.
Edward: Precisely. Where the coffee beans come from.
Margaret: The source of the Nile is in Abbysinia!

Margaret: You've been to the East Indies! What's it like?
Sir John Middleton: What's it like? Hot.
Col. Brandon: The air is full of spices.