I had no idea what a big deal Darcy was. I put it on my Facebook status, and five minutes later there were comments from sixteen women saying "I'm so there!"
-- They do know we're not dunking you in the pond, right?
That is just what I say.
-- But a great deal shorter.
Con-de-scen-sion.
I come on soon as a young military officer. Get Kitty all hot for me. Not sure how I'm going to pull that off.
I hope, ma'am, that a mistrage for my parsonage...
Actually, I guess I'm the heel, but whatever.
If you'd just put yourself out there. Like me.
-- Yeah. To everyone.
I don't want to ruin Darcy's entrance.
-- No, don't do that.
Self-esteem, on the other hand -- hey, this is very important!
Is he not the most something sort of man you ever met?
-- No. Where are we?
How to end a party: Invite Mary to make a speech.
From all that I can collect by your manner of talking, why are you walking away from me?
-- Nobody respects Dad.
And bow. And then the whole dance repeats.
-- *collective groan*
-- You and your damned balls!
Winnie-the-Pooh, XXX version.
Put the 'R' in the jar.
Mr. Bingley. Mr. Collins. Jane Bennet. Charlotte Lucas.
-- Double rubber!
I wasn't here.
-- I have a line on 42. I wasn't anywhere.
-- I have a rock.
What's your line before you talk about me?
-- Depends on whether I get it. It might be "Line."
Escape from Netherfield. It's going to be a Michael Bay film.
Isn't the stink-eye Darcy's default?
-- He made that face and it really froze that way.
-- His mother told him that would happen.
What about the swan? Moo?
The company was delighted to dance.
-- *wrong music*
-- But not to that.
Hey, baby, wanna go out in the back of my high-perched phaeton?
Except you have opposite feet, Larry. Your feet are different than Emily's.
-- Yeah. They're much bigger.
We're sacrificing you to the Jane Austen gods.
What's in a Tom Collins? Vodka and...?
-- Something.
How many drugs do you do?
-- None at all, surprisingly.
-- You should start.
I'm not going to get into a theological debate with you.
-- Not on the Sabbath, in a church. I mean, not any time, but especially that.
Courtney's sick! Don't touch her!
-- You mean I can't poke her like that?
-- *cough*
-- Apparently not.
There are refreshments over there.
-- You baked?
-- I heated.
Since we haven't done the opening in about a year...
Come Liz-- um, what's your name-- Come, Kitty!
-- Now you know she's a mother.
We follow you upstairs and downstairs and upstairs and downstairs.
-- But at no time are you in my lady's chamber. What's up with that?
She's Eeyore!
-- And Lydia is Tigger. The De-Bouncing of Lydia.
-- Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, flirt-flirt-flirt-flirt-flirt.
And Mr. Darcy, of course. As long as he does not use that particular finger to rub his eye.
My infections are unchanged.
People who bring donuts on Saturday will be well loved.
-- On Sunday.
-- Well, Sunday is food too...
No yawning! There's no yawning in theatre.
What are you thinking? What will you look like when you get there?
-- Well, I won't be fit to be seen...
It's the same. Netherfield, but muddier.
Lovely. Now do it without upstaging yourself.
-- D'oh!
"Double rubber" is one of those lines you really don't want to take out of context.
-- It sounds like very, very safe sex.
Style in the aisle!
I see London, I see France, I see Val's...
-- Jeans.
Larry you need to move more than your head. You look like a chicken.
-- You're not a bobblehead doll.
It looks like a Simpsons couch trip.
A-gaaaaaain!
Vahstly, vahstly, VAHSTLY happy to oblige you.
What happened?
-- I don't know.
-- Did you take a wrong turn at Albuquerque?
-- Apparently this was Chris' solo.
-- So the answer to "Can you chew gum and dance at the same time...?"
I am never getting up again. I am going to replace my entire living room with these. And possibly my bed.
The militia regiment was a recent arrival in the neighborhood, and was to remain in Meryton the whole winter.
-- Okay.
Right now it's a little threatening, like "I'm gonna get you! And your little dog too!"
-- To the moon, Elizabeth!
Eee! Eee!
-- And suddenly Kitty is a monkey.
I get to go in front of you!
-- Are you a married woman?
The topiaries are most seriously displeased.
...and you must go in second, because I am a married woman.
-- Okay.
Don't I run away? With joy?
Everybody's very unhappy with my butt.
Kitty and I are going to sit in my dressing room. Or dress in my sitting room.
When sugar is the cause and the solution to your problems, life's pretty good.
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