Elizabeth Bennet: It is a beautiful instrument.
Georgiana Darcy: My brother gave it to me. He is so good and I don't deserve it.
Elizabeth Bennet: I believe you do. Your brother thinks you do and, as you know, he is never wrong. Now, it is your turn.
[Georgiana looks horrified]
Elizabeth Bennet: I absolutely insist.
Georgiana Darcy: I will play, but please do not make me sing.
Elizabeth Bennet: Mary, pass the potatoes to your aunt Gardiner.
Mary Bennet: I beg your pardon?
Kitty Bennet: Oh, never mind, I'll do it.
Mrs. Gardiner: Thank you, Kitty.
Kitty Bennet: And that's the first kind word I've had from anyone since Lydia went away. I don't see why, it's not as though I had done anything naughty. And I don't think Lydia has done anything so dreadful either.
Jane Bennet: Kitty! Please!
Jane Bennet: I must take mama her tea.
Mr. Bennet: She still keeps her state above stairs? Lends such an elegance to our situation.
Mrs. Bennet: I blame those Forsters. There must have been some great neglect on their part, for she is not the sort of girl to do this sort of thing if she had been properly looked after.
Miss Bingley: And when we were in Hertfordshire, how amazed we all were to find her a reputed beauty. I particularly recall you, Mr. Darcy, one night after they'd been dining at Netherfield, saying,"She, a beauty? I should as soon call her mother a wit." But afterwards she seemed to improve on you. I even believe you thought her rather pretty at one time.
Mr. Darcy: [Irritated] Yes, I did. But that was only when I first knew her. But it has been many months now since I have considered her one of the handsomest women of my acquaintance.
Mary Bennet: But we must stem the tide of malice, and pour into each other's wounded bosoms the balm of sisterly consolation.
Elizabeth Bennet: He had better have stayed home. Assistance is impossible and condolence insufferable. Let him triumph over us at a distance and be satisfied.