Charlotte Lucas: [discussing Mr. Collins] Perhaps I should invite him to dine with us this evening.
Lydia Bennet: Aye, do, do. Take him away and feed him, for he's been in high dudgeon all morning.
Mr. Bennet: An unhappy alternative lies before you, Elizabeth. Your mother will never see you again if you do *not* marry Mr Collins, and *I* will never see you again if you *do*.
Lydia Bennet: Lizzy, I hope you'll not keep Wickham to yourself all night. Kitty and I want to dance with him as well, you know.
Elizabeth Bennet: I promise I shall not. Even if I wished to, I could not. I have to dance at least the first two with Mr. Collins.
Lydia Bennet: Oh, Lord, yes. He's threatened to dance with us all.
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.