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Mr. Darcy (Character)
from "Pride and Prejudice" (1995)

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Pride & Prejudice (2005)
Mr. Darcy: May I have the next dance, Miss Elizabeth?
Elizabeth Bennet: [taken aback] You may.

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: 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.

Elizabeth Bennet: Do you deny it, Mr.Darcy? That you seperated a young couple who loved each other, exposing your friend to the censure world of caprice and *my sister* to derision and dissapointed hopes, involving them both in acute misery of the worst kind and...
Mr. Darcy: I do not deny it.
Elizabeth Bennet: How could you do it?
Mr. Darcy: Because I believed your sister was indifferent.
Elizabeth Bennet: Indifferent?
Mr. Darcy: I observed them most carefully and realized his attachment was far deeper than hers.
Elizabeth Bennet: That's because she's shy!
Mr. Darcy: Bingley to was modestly persuaded that she didn't feel strongly.
Elizabeth Bennet: Because you suggested it!
Mr. Darcy: I did it for his own good!
Elizabeth Bennet: My sister hardly shows her true feelings to me.
Elizabeth Bennet: I suppose his... fortune had some bearing?
Mr. Darcy: No, believe me I wouldn't do your sister the dishonour it was just merely suggested...
Elizabeth Bennet: What was?
Mr. Darcy: [pause] It was clear that an advantageous marriage would be the worst option possible...
Elizabeth Bennet: Did my sister give that impression?
Mr. Darcy: No! No, there was, however, the matter of your family...
Elizabeth Bennet: Our want of connection? Mr.Bingley did not seem to object...
Mr. Darcy: No, it was more than that.
Elizabeth Bennet: How, sir?
Mr. Darcy: It was the lack of propriety shown by your mother, your three younger sisters, and even, on the occasion, your father.
[thunder clash, Elizabeth is hurt]
Mr. Darcy: Forgive me. You and your sister I must exclude from this.
Elizabeth Bennet: And what about Mr.Wickham?
Mr. Darcy: Mr.Wickham?
Elizabeth Bennet: What excuse can you give for your behavior toward him? He told of his misfortunes and yet you treat him with sarcasm.
Mr. Darcy: So this is your opinon of me? Thank you. Perhaps these offences might have been had your pride not been hurt by scruples about our relationship. Am to rejoice in the inferiority of your recent circumstances?
Elizabeth Bennet: And those are the words of a gentleman? From the moment I met you your aroggance and conceit and your selfish disdain for the feelings of other made me realize that you are the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.

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?

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

Elizabeth Bennet: I thought you were in London.
Mr. Darcy: No... No. I'm not.

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.

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.

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.

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.

[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]

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. 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.

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. 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?

[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: 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.

Mr. Darcy: And are you having a pleasant trip?
Elizabeth Bennet: Yes... very pleasant.

Elizabeth Bennet: I'm very fond of walking.
Mr. Darcy: Yes... yes I know.

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. Darcy: Mr. Gardiner, are you fond of fishing?
Mr. Gardiner: Oh, very much.
Mr. Darcy: Can I persuade you to accompany me down to the lake this afternoon? It's very well-stocked, and its inhabitants have been left in peace for far too long.
Mr. Gardiner: I would be delighted.

Mr. Bingley: [Practicing proposing, with Mr. Darcy as Jane] Miss Bennett.
Mr. Darcy: [Bows] Mr. Bingley.

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: 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.

Mr. Bingley: I've never seen so many pretty girls in my life!
Mr. Darcy: You are 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: Barely tolerable, I daresay, 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.

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (2016)
Mr. Bingley: [while at the ball] Darcy, you must dance.
Mr. Darcy: [referring to Jane Bennett] You're dancing with the only handsome girl here.
Mr. Bingley: [referring to Elizabeth Bennett] One of her sisters is also very pretty dare I say. Very agreeable.
Mr. Darcy: [looks over at Elizabeth] Well, she's tolerable. But...
Mr. Bingley: Tolerable?
Mr. Darcy: Yes, tolerable. But not handsome enough tempt me. Nor any other man here apparently.

George Wickham: The crown's funds are being drained.
Mr. Darcy: [incredulous] You're here to solicit money!
George Wickham: I'm here to propose a venture that would end the war forever. These new zombies can be reasoned with. With the proper funding I believe we can cultivate trust and even good will with this new iteration of the undead, who seem to posses an inherent power of the lower ranks of their kind.
Lady Catherine de Bourgh: [starts laughing, not believing] Zombie aristocrats?
Parson Collins: [smirking] Oh, really!
George Wickham: I prefer to think of them as souls lost in purgatory.
Lady Catherine de Bourgh: [considering] Hmm.
George Wickham: The common hordes look to them for leadership. It takes just one of them to realize that power and then to lead the hordes into battle.
Lady Catherine de Bourgh: The undead are like locusts!
Parson Collins: [still smirking] Locusts.
Lady Catherine de Bourgh: [now determined] They go forth and destroy. They have no use for leaders!
Parson Collins: Oh, uh, except one actually.
Lady Catherine de Bourgh: [turning] Hmm?
Parson Collins: Oh, well, um, according to the Book of Revelation the antichrist shall lead the undead, uh, on the day that shall be the last day of mankind.

Mr. Darcy: [getting dressed after the inspection] How are you able to discern that the wound from my rib was from fencing?
Priest: I've been at this a long time, my son.
Mr. Darcy: [skeptical, as he walks away] I have no wound.

Mr. Bingley: I hate to see you just standing there. You must dance.
Mr. Darcy: Oh, you know I detest it when I'm not acquainted with my partner.

Mr. Darcy: [in his letter to Elizabeth] Dear Miss Elizabeth Bennet, I'm not writing to renew the sentiments that were so disgusting to you. But to address the two offenses you accuse me of. I did not intentionally wound your sister. It was a most unfortunate consequence of protecting my dearest friend. Mr. Bingley's feelings for Miss Bennet were beyond any I had ever witnessed in him, or indeed even thought him capable. The evening of the dance at Netherfield, after overhearing your mother coldly stating her intention of having all her daughters marry favorably, I persuaded Bingley of the unfitness of the match. If I have wounded Miss Bennet's feelings it was unknowingly done. As to your other accusation of having injured Mr. Wickham, no sooner had my father made clear his intention to leave Mr. Wickham a handsome sum than Mr. Darcy was mysteriously infected by the plague. It was left to me, his son, to provide a merciful ending.
[beheads the zombie Mr. Darcy, Sr]
Mr. Darcy: Still I gave Wickham the inheritance my father left. Wickham squandered it, whereupon he demanded more and more money. Until I eventually refused. Thereafter he severed all ties with me. Last summer he began a relationship with my 15-year-old sister and convinced her to elope. Mr. Wickham's prime target was her inheritance of 30,000 pounds. But revenging himself on me was a strong additional inducement. Fortunately I was able to persuade my sister of Mr. Wickham's ulterior motives before it was too late.
[walks away with his sister by his side]
Mr. Darcy: I hope this helps explain and perhaps mitigate my behavior in your eyes. Of all weapons in the world, I now know love to be the most dangerous. For I have suffered a mortal wound. When did I fall so deeply under your spell, Miss Bennet? I cannot fix the hour or the spot or the look or the words which lay the foundation. I was in the middle before I knew I began. But a proud fool I was. I have faced the harsh truth: that I can never hope to win your love in this life. And so I sought solace in combat.
[scene flashes to night and London on fire with soldiers fighting zombies]
Mr. Darcy: I write to you from the siege of London. There is now a cunningly designed zombie attack. I sense a dark hand is at work. They are guiding the enemy, Miss Bennet. By taking London they've increased their ranks a hundredfold. Now we endeavor to keep them trapped within the great wall. This isn't the random act of some mindless horde. They struck the palace and both houses. They cut off our head before we could cut off theirs. If we should fail to contain them and they breach Hingham Bridge, It'll be as if a great dam has broken and they'll reach out for us swiftly, and in overwhelming numbers. Dear Miss Bennet. I implore you to be ready.

Mr. Darcy: A woman must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages. She must be well-trained in the fighting styles of the Kyoto masters, and weapons and tactics of modern Europe.

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.

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.

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!

Mr. Darcy: A newly infected zombie is almost impossible to detect. Until they've ingested their first human brains, at which point the transformation accelerates with every subsequent kill.

Mrs. Bennet: I consider dancing to be the first refinement of polished society. Don't you agree, Mr. Darcy?
Mr. Darcy: No, every savage can dance. Why, I imagine that even zombies can do it to some degree of success.

Mr. Darcy: And that her arms are surprisingly muscular, yet not so much as to be unfeminine.

Parson Collins: Mr. Darcy, I have made the most incredible discovery. Nay, tosh, an extraordinary discovery. Sir, you are the nephew of Lady Catherine de Bourgh.
Mr. Darcy: I know.

Mr. Darcy: Let's see how reasonable these aristocrats are after their appetites have been whet.

"Pride and Prejudice: Episode #1.1" (1995)
Miss Bingley: And now the mother! Are we to be invaded by every Bennet in the country? Oh, too much to be borne.
Mr. Hurst: Oh, lord!
[the door opens and Mrs. Bennet, Lizzy, Kitty and Lydia enter]
Mr. Bingley: Mrs. Bennet, you are very welcome.
[He and Darcy bow]
Mr. Bingley: I hope you do not find Miss Bennet worse than you expected.
Mrs. Bennet: Indeed I do, sir. She is very ill indeed, and suffers a vast deal...
[Lizzy looks down, mortified; Bingley looks worried]
Mrs. Bennet: ...though with the greatest patience in the world, for she has the sweetest temper, Mr. Bingley. But she is a great deal too ill to be moved.
[Bingley's sisters, off to the side, look furious at this imposition]
Mrs. Bennet: We must trespass, a little longer, on your kindness.
Mr. Bingley: But of course.
Miss Bingley: Miss Bennet will receive every possible attention, ma'am, I assure you.
Mrs. Bennet: You are very good.
[She laughs, and then immediately dismisses the matter of Jane's health]
Mrs. Bennet: Well, you have a sweet room here! I think you will never want to leave Netherfield, now you are come here.
Mr. Bingley: I believe I should be happy to live in the country forever! Wouldn't you, Darcy?
Mr. Darcy: You would? You don't find the society somewhat confined and unvarying for your taste?
Mrs. Bennet: "Confined and unvarying?" Indeed, it is not, sir! The country is a vast deal pleasanter than town, whatever *you* may say about it!
[Darcy turns his back and walks over to look out the window. Lizzy feels humiliated]
Elizabeth Bennet: Mama, you mistake Mr. Darcy's meaning.
Mrs. Bennet: Do I? Do I? He seems to think the country nothing at all!
Elizabeth Bennet: Mama!
Mrs. Bennet: "Confined!" "Unvarying!" I would have him know we dine with four-and-twenty families!
[the Bingley sisters try unsuccessfully to contain their sniggers; Bingley looks at them in anger and distress]

Sir William Lucas: [to Elizabeth as she's trying to pass] Oh, Miss Eliza, why are you not dancing? - Mr. Darcy, allow me to present this young lady to you as a very desirable partner. You cannot refuse to dance, I am sure, when so much beauty is before you.
Elizabeth Bennet: Indeed, Sir, I have not the least intention of dancing. Please don't suppose that I moved this way in order to beg for a partner.
Mr. Darcy: I would be very happy if you'd do me the honour of dancing with me, Miss Bennet.
Elizabeth Bennet: Thank you, but excuse me... - I am... not inclined to dance.
Sir William Lucas: Come, come, why not, when you see that Mr. Darcy has no objection, although he dislikes the amusement so much in general.
Elizabeth Bennet: [Sardonically] Mr. Darcy is all politeness.
Sir William Lucas: He is, he is! And why should he not be, considering the inducement, for who could object to such a partner! Eh, Darcy?
Elizabeth Bennet: I beg you would excuse me.
[She leaves]
Sir William Lucas: Oh, well, well...
[Looks away]
Sir William Lucas: Oh, capital, Lydia, capital!

Mr. Darcy: Miss Bennet!
Elizabeth Bennet: Mr Darcy.
[Long, awkward pause]
Elizabeth Bennet: I am come to see my sister.
Mr. Darcy: On foot?
Elizabeth Bennet: As you see.
[Another long, awkward pause]
Elizabeth Bennet: Would you be so kind as to take me to her?

Miss Bingley: I fear this latest escapade may have lessened your regard for her "fine eyes".
Mr. Darcy: Not at all. They were brightened by the exercise.

Mr. Bingley: All young ladies are accomplished. They sing, they draw, they dance, speak French and German, cover screens and I know not what.
Mr. Darcy: But not half a dozen would satisfy my notion of an accomplished woman.
Miss Bingley: Oh, certainly. No woman can be really esteemed accomplished who does not also possess a certain something in her air, in her manner of walking, in the tone of her voice, her address and expressions.
Mr. Darcy: And to all this she must yet add something more substantial in the improvement of her mind by extensive reading.
Elizabeth Bennet: I am no longer surprised at you knowing only *six* accomplished women, Mr. Darcy. I rather wonder at your knowing *any*.

Miss Bingley: Miss Eliza Bennet, let me persuade you to follow my example and take a turn about the room. It's so refreshing. - Will you not join us, Mr Darcy?
Mr. Darcy: That would defeat the object.
Miss Bingley: What do you mean, sir? What on earth can he mean?
Elizabeth Bennet: I think we would do better not to inquire.
Miss Bingley: Nay, we insist on knowing your meaning, sir.
Mr. Darcy: Well, that your figures appear to best advantage when walking and that I might best admire them from my present position.
Miss Bingley: Shocking, abominable reply! How shall we punish him, Miss Eliza?
Elizabeth Bennet: Nothing so easy. Tease him, laugh at him.
Miss Bingley: Laugh at Mr. Darcy? Impossible, he is a man without fault.

Mr. Darcy: She is tolerable, I suppose, but not handsome enough to tempt me.

Mr. Bingley: Darcy, I shall never understand why you go through the world determined to be displeased with everything and everyone in it.
Mr. Darcy: And I will never understand why you are always in a rage to approve of everything and everyone that you meet.

Mr. Darcy: Every savage can dance.

Mr. Darcy: She is tolerable I guess but she's not handsome enough to tempt me.

"Lost in Austen: Episode #1.4" (2008)
Mr. Darcy: [Bursts into room] Ah! Well met, well met! Bingley, Miss Lydia and I have just now returned from the opera...
Mr. Bingley: Darcy.
Mr. Darcy: ...And the problem with the opera of course, is one cannot...
Mr. Bingley: Sir, will you have done? Your subterfuge is well-meaning but it is puerile and demeans us all. There is no opera in Hammersmith. You've just arrived from god-knows-where, that much is plain.

Amanda Price: This physician of yours, Mr. Darcy, can he do stitches?
Mr. Darcy: Stitches? He is not a dressmaker!

Mr. Darcy: Are my wits disordered by opium? Where is this dreadful place?
Amanda Price: This is London. My London.

Mr. Darcy: I love you. I have followed you to this infernal place because I would follow you anywhere. I would harrow Hell to be with you!

Elizabeth Bennet: Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley? I am your wife.
Mr. Darcy: I do not recall marrying you, Madam. I think I would have noticed if I had.
Elizabeth Bennet: We have been married nearly 200 years.

Mr. Darcy: The gentleman on the bath-chair. I have seen his likeness. Tinky Winky.

Michael: What do you mean Darcy? Darcy's some ponce in a book! Some todger-twitching nancy boy!
Mr. Darcy: What is this curious peron? Is it some sort of village idiot... or a clown?

Mr. Darcy: How *dare* you lay violent hands upon Miss Price!

Mr. Darcy: [In note] Not one heartbeat do I forget.

Mr. Darcy: Miss Price.
Amanda Price: Yes. We should celebrate. You asked me a question and I answered it. And we didn't have an argument about it.
Mr. Darcy: I did not ask you a question. I made an observation, 'Miss Price'. The confirmation of your identity was entirely superfluous. As a result we are now arguing about it. And therefore, you are wrong.
Amanda Price: That's so sweet. You're actually trying to make me laugh.
Mr. Darcy: Yes. It shall not occur again.
Amanda Price: And you're smiling.
Mr. Darcy: No, no. I only smile in private... when nobody is looking.

"Lost in Austen: Episode #1.3" (2008)
Mr. Darcy: I confess I am none the wiser.
Amanda Price: No sir, but you are better informed.

Amanda Price: I try not to judge people I've never met.
Mr. Darcy: You are a philosopher, Miss Price. I would I could be like you.
Amanda Price: Certainly you would benefit an occupation of some kind. You have no function, Mr. Darcy. No purpose.
Mr. Darcy: Of course not! What a disgusting idea. That is a raison d'entre of society. We must be seen to be unoccupied.

Georgiana: This lady who's coming to stay... Are you going to marry her?
Mr. Darcy: That's an absolutely outrageous question, Georgiana. And I really should chastise you for it.
Georgiana: You wouldn't dare.
Mr. Darcy: You're right, I wouldn't.

Amanda Price: Mr. Collins has had the unusual good fortune to shoot a peacock.
Mr. Darcy: That IS unusual. One peacock... is probably sufficient.

Mr. Darcy: Amanda. It means 'She who must be loved'.
Amanda Price: You must not. You must not...
Mr. Darcy: Wherefore must I not? Who is to judge us? I have laboured so long in the service of propriety.
Amanda Price: Elizabeth. I am not Elizabeth. The entire world will hate me!
Mr. Darcy: Were that true, Amanda, I would fight the world! You are the one I love.

Amanda Price: [after Mr. Darcy emerges from the water] I am having a bit of a strange post-modern moment here.
Mr. Darcy: Is that agreeable?
Amanda Price: Oh yes. Yes.

Amanda Price: Mr. Collins says that Lady Catherine's buttresses are the talk of the county.
Mr. Darcy: Buttresses?
Amanda Price: Being a woman, I know so little about architecture, of course, but I think they form...
Mr. Darcy: Yes, I know what buttresses are!
Amanda Price: [Thinking] First set, Miss Price. New balls, please.

Mr. Darcy: I find both incarnations of your character equally disagreeable. And yet I love you Amanda Price... with all my heart.

"Lost in Austen: Episode #1.2" (2008)
Mr. Darcy: If you wound Bingley, you will find my displeasure baleful and entirely unrelenting. For my...
Amanda Price: Good opinion once lost is lost forever. Yes, I know.

Mr. Bingley: No, Miss Price must stay here! She is the best possible nurse! She has Palacetamoles!
Mr. Darcy: ...Then of course, she must remain.

Mr. Bingley: [after Amanda sings 'Downtown'] Brava, Miss Price! And whenever life is gettin' me down, I shall be sure to go 'downtown'. Eh, Darcy?
Mr. Darcy: With alacrity.

Mr. Darcy: If you wound Bingley you will find my displeasure baleful and entirely unrelenting, for my...
Amanda Price: "Good opinion once lost is lost forever." Yes, I know.

Mr. Darcy: About Miss Bennet. You lied. Why?
Amanda Price: God, I know you're supposed to be abrupt but that's a bit stark.
Mr. Darcy: I am always stark with liars.
Amanda Price: [thinking] Elizabeth, what can I say? You're welcome to him. Miserable sod.

Amanda Price: Do you perform, Mr. Darcy?
Mr. Darcy: Not in your league, Miss Price.
Amanda Price: [Thinking] Wooh, smoulder alert!

Bride & Prejudice (2004)
Will Darcy: I'm a hopeless dancer, but this looks like you just screw in a light bulb with one hand and pat the dog with the other.
Lalita Bakshi: You know what? I suggest you find yourself a simple, traditional girl to teach you to dance like the natives.

Lalita Bakshi: I though we got rid of imperialists like you!
Will Darcy: I'm not British, I'm American.
Lalita Bakshi: Exactly!

Will Darcy: There's nothing wrong with having standards, is there?
Lalita Bakshi: No, as long as you don't force them on others.

Lalita Bakshi: [about Will] He's the most arrogant, conceited...
Will Darcy: Would you like to dance?

Kiran Bingley: Darcy's a great reader.
Lalita Bakshi: In fact, I think a love of books is on his list for his ideal woman.
Will Darcy: I think you've had one too many Sea Breezes.
Kiran Bingley: I remember a very drunken night in Oxford when you recited the list. She has to be smart, speak several languages...
Will Darcy: Allright Kiran, drop it.
Kiran Bingley: No I recall she had to be athletic, voluptuous of course, graceful, witty, confident...
Lalita Bakshi: I'm not surprised Darcy found a woman with a list like that. Does this mean you're an ideal man?
Will Darcy: I'd guess you'd be a better judge than me.

Pride and Prejudice (1940)
Caroline Bingley: ...and her sisters Jane and Elizabeth were seen running down Market Street in an attempt to escape their disgrace. Isn't that exquisitely funny, Mr. Darcy?
Mr. Darcy: Exquisitely. Just think how you would roar with laughter if it happened to yourself.

Mr. Darcy: You must allow me to tell you how much I admire and love 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.

Mr. Darcy: Yes, she looks tolerable enough, but I am in no humor tonight to give consequence to the middle classes at play.

Mr. Darcy: I rather admired what you did this afternoon Miss Elizabeth. Your resentment of what you believe to be an injustice showed courage and loyalty. I could wish i might possess a friend who would defend me as ably as Mr. Wickham was defended today.
Mr. Bennett: At this moment it's difficult to believe that you're so proud.
Mr. Darcy: At this moment it's difficult to believe that you're so prejudiced.

Pride and Prejudice (2003)
Will Darcy: A woman of many talents.

Will Darcy: I find... I find, I find you strangely attractive.
Will Darcy: You're not the sort of girl I normally go out with - I mean, you're loud, you're disorganized, your friends are an embarrassment. But I like you, I don't know why. Will you... will you... will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?
Elizabeth: No.

Elizabeth: Can I help you?
Will Darcy: [curtly] I doubt it.
Elizabeth: Oh - you're from England. My ancestors came from Hertford -
Will Darcy: [cuts her off] Charming.
Will Darcy: Okay, I'm looking for a book on writing by Kierkegaard - K - I - E -
Elizabeth: [cuts him off] Kierkegaard, the father of existentialism. You're in "Landscape Gardening".
Will Darcy: Oh, really...
[picks a couple books from the shelf]
Will Darcy: I had no idea that Mark Twain's genius extended to gardening. Or... Dr. Phil's.
Elizabeth: [curtly] "Philosophy" is two aisles over. Help yourself!

"Pride and Prejudice: Episode #1.3" (1995)
Mr. Darcy: In vain have I struggled, it will not do. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

Mr. Darcy: I fear I am ill-qualified to recommend myself to strangers.
Elizabeth Bennet: Shall we ask him why? Why a man of sense and education, who has lived in the world, should be ill-qualified to recommend himself to strangers?
Mr. Darcy: I am... I have not that talent which some possess, of conversing easily with strangers.
Elizabeth Bennet: I do not play this instrument so well as I should wish to, but I have always supposed that to be my own fault, because I would not take the trouble of practicing.
Mr. Darcy: You're perfectly right. You've employed your time much better. No one admitted to the privilege of hearing you, could think anything wanting.

Mr. Darcy: In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.
Mr. Darcy: Almost from the earliest moments of our acquaintance, I have come to feel for you a passionate admiration and regard, which despite all my struggles, has overcome every rational objection and I beg you, most fervently, to relieve my suffering and consent to be my wife.
Elizabeth Bennet: In such cases as these, I believe the established mode is to express a sense of obligation... but I cannot. I have never desired your good opinion and you have certainly bestowed it most unwillingly. I'm sorry to cause pain to anyone, but it was most unconsciously done and I hope will be of short duration.

"Pride and Prejudice: Episode #1.6" (1995)
Mr. Bingley: [Furious] You tell me now she was in London all those months and you concealed it from me?
Mr. 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 very wrong of me, Bingley, and I apologise.
Mr. Bingley: [Stunned] You admit that you were in the wrong?
Mr. Darcy: Utterly and completely.
Mr. Bingley: Then... I have your blessing?
Mr. Darcy: [Amused] Do you need my blessing?
Mr. Bingley: No. But I should like to know I have it all the same.

Mr. Darcy: I may say the disclosure had quite the opposite effect to the one she intended. It taught me to hope as I had scarcely ever allowed myself to hope before.

"Death Comes to Pemberley: Episode #1.3" (2013)
Fitzwilliam Darcy: Marry for love, Georgiana.
Fitzwilliam Darcy: Marry the person your heart cries out for.
Fitzwilliam Darcy: And when you have that person, do not doubt them.
Fitzwilliam Darcy: Not for a single moment.

Fitzwilliam Darcy: Please forgive me.
Fitzwilliam Darcy: I've been stubborn and blind to the truth.
Fitzwilliam Darcy: Marry for love.
Fitzwilliam Darcy: Marry the person your heart cries out for.
Fitzwilliam Darcy: And when you have that person, do not doubt them, not for a single moment.

"Pride and Prejudice: Episode #1.4" (1995)
Mr. Darcy: Miss Bennet! Forgive me for not receiving you properly just now. You were not leaving?
Elizabeth Bennet: Yes, I'm afraid we must.
Mr. Darcy: I hope you're not displeased with Pemberley.
Elizabeth Bennet: No.
Mr. Darcy: Then you approve of it?

Mr. Darcy: I shall conquer this, I shall.

"Lost in Austen: Episode #1.1" (2008)
Mr. Bingley: Darcy regards all forms of sudden locomotion as emblematic of ill-breeding. Hunting, tennis, rising precipitately from a chair...
Mr. Darcy: When Miss Price and I dance, sir, there shall be nothing sudden.
Amanda Price: I can't dance this sort of dance.
Mr. Darcy: Nor I. Together we shall make a shambles. But we shall do it with such authority that everyone will stare at us to learn the step.

"Death Comes to Pemberley: Episode #1.1" (2013)
Fitzwilliam Darcy: As for a woman, it is proper that love should come *after* marriage, rather than before it.
Elizabeth Darcy: Oh, I'm not sure about that.

"Pride and Prejudice: Episode #1.5" (1995)
Miss Bingley: I remember, when we first knew her in Hertfordshire, how amazed we all were to find that she was a reputed beauty; and I particularly recollect your saying one night, after they had been dining at Netherfield, "She a beauty. - I should as soon call her mother a wit." But afterwards she seemed to improve on you, and I believe you thought her rather pretty at one time.'
Mr. Darcy: [Irritated] Yes, but that was only when I first knew her, for it has been many months now since I have considered her one of the handsomest women of my aquaintance.

"Pride and Prejudice: Episode #1.2" (1995)
Mr. Darcy: Do you talk by rule, then, when you're dancing?
Elizabeth Bennet: Yes, sometimes it is best. Then we may enjoy the advantage of saying as little as possible.
Mr. Darcy: Do you consult your own feelings in this case, or seek to gratify mine?
Elizabeth Bennet: Both, I imagine. We are each of an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak unless we expect to say something that will amaze the whole room.
Mr. Darcy: [Drily] This is no very striking resemblance of your own character, I'm sure.

"Death Comes to Pemberley: Episode #1.2" (2013)
Fitzwilliam Darcy: This is intolerable.