Jane Eyre (1943)
Jane Eyre: [narrating] As the months went past, he came to see the light once more as well as to feel its warmth; to see first the glory of the sun, and then the mild splendour of the moon, and at last the evening star. And then one day, when our firstborn was put into his arms, he could see that the boy had inherited his own eyes as they once were... large, brilliant and black.
Jane Eyre: [narrating] My name is Jane Eyre... I was born in 1820, a harsh time of change in England. Money and position seemed all that mattered. Charity was a cold and disagreeable word. Religion too often wore a mask of bigotry and cruelty. There was no proper place for the poor or the unfortunate. I had no father or mother, brother or sister. As a child I lived with my aunt, Mrs. Reed of Gateshead Hall. I do not remember that she ever spoke one kind word to me.
Mrs. Reed: [introducing Jane] This, Mr. Brocklehurst, is the child in question. She is the daughter of my late sister's husband by an unfortunate union which we in the family prefer to forget. For some years she's lived in this house.
Jane Eyre: I should never mistake informality for insolence. One, I rather like; the other, no free-born person would submit to, even for a salary.
Edward Rochester: Humbug! Most free-born people would submit to anything for a salary.
Jane Eyre: Do you think I can stay here become nothing to you? Do you think because I'm poor and obscure and plain that I'm soulless and heartless? I have as much soul is you and fully as much heart. But if God had gifted me with wealth and beauty, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you. There, I've spoken my heart, now let me go...
Edward Rochester: Jane, Jane... you strange, almost unearthly thing. You that I love as my own flesh.
Jane Eyre: Don't mock me now.
Edward Rochester: I put my requests in an absurd way. The fact is once and for all, I do not wish to treat you as an inferior, but I've baffled through varied experiences with many men of many nations and roved over the globe while you've spent your whole life with one set of people in one house. Don't you agree it gives me the right to be masterful and abrupt?
Jane Eyre: Do as you please, sir. You pay me 30 pounds a year for receiving your orders.
Edward Rochester: Are you always drawn to the loveless and unfriended?
Jane Eyre: When it's deserved.
Dr. Rivers: You keep your schoolroom uncommonly cold, Mr. Brocklehurst.
Henry Brocklehurst: A matter of principle, Dr. Rivers. Our aim is not to pamper the body but strengthen the soul.
Dr. Rivers: I should not have thought that a bad cough was any aid to salvation, but then I'm not a theologian. Good day, sir.
Blanche Ingram: [as she and Rochester emerge from the house into the garden:] It is a beautiful place, your Thornfield.
Edward Rochester: As a dungeon, it serves its purpose.
Blanche Ingram: Dungeon? Why, it's a paradise!
[Rochester grunts. Blanche goes on:]
Blanche Ingram: Though of course, if one lived here, one would really have to have a house in London, wouldn't one?
Edward Rochester: [dry:] Unquestionably. And a little apartment in Paris, perhaps a villa on the Mediterranean.
Blanche Ingram: How delightful that would be! But Thornfield would always be there, as a retreat from the world. A green haven of peace and... and love.
Edward Rochester: Love? Who's talking of love? All a fellow needs is a bit of distraction. A houseful of beautiful women every now and then to keep him from brooding on his woes -
Edward Rochester: peering too closely into the mysteries of his heart.
Blanche Ingram: That is, if he has a heart. And sometimes I wonder, Edward, if you really do have one.
Edward Rochester: [unperturbed:] Have I ever done or said anything to make you believe that I have? If so, I assure you it was quite unintentional.
Blanche Ingram: Are you never serious?
Edward Rochester: Never more than at this moment, except perhaps when I'm eating my dinner.
Blanche Ingram: Really, Edward, you can be revoltingly coarse sometimes.
Edward Rochester: [not as a question:] Can I ever be anything else.
Blanche Ingram: Can you?
[She lays a hand on his arm and draws him around to look at her]
Blanche Ingram: Would I have come to Thornfield if you couldn't?
Edward Rochester: Ha, that's a very nice point, Blanche. Would you, or would you not? We'll begin by considering the significant facts of the case. Mr. Rochester is revoltingly coarse, and as ugly as sin...
Blanche Ingram: [interrupting:] Edward! I...
Edward Rochester: [light and cheerful, all through:] Allow me, my dear Blanche - I repeat, as ugly as sin. Secondly, he flirts sometimes, but is careful never to talk about love or marriage. However - this is the third point - Lady Ingram is somewhat impoverished,
[she gives him a sharp look]
Edward Rochester: whereas the revolting Mr. Rochester has an assured income of eight thousand a year. Now in view of all this, what is the attitude that Miss Blanche may be expected to take? From my experience of the world, I'd surmise that she would ignore the coarseness, et cetera, until such time as Mr. R is safely...
Blanche Ingram: How dare you!
Edward Rochester: [laughing outright] Now now now, no horseplay!
Blanche Ingram: I've never been so grossly insulted in all my...
Edward Rochester: [quite cheerful] Insulted? My dear Blanche, I merely paid you the enormous compliment of being completely honest!
Blanche Ingram: Mr. Rochester, you are a boor and a cur!
[He watches as she stalks off. Fade to black. Fade up: the Ingram party is riding away from Thornfield]