Mrs.Bingley: Lady Bathurst is redecorating her ballroom in the French style.A little unpatriotic don’t you think?
Footman: Mi Elizabeth Bennet.
B: Good lord, Mi Elizabeth, did you walk here?
Elizabeth: I did.I’m so sorry.How is my sister?
D: She’s upstairs.
Elizabeth: Thank you.
B: My goodne, did you see her hem? Six inches deep in mud.She looked positively in mediaeval.
Jane: I feel such a terrible imposition.They’re being so kind to me.
Elizabeth: I don’t know who is more pleased at your being here, Mama or Mr.Bingley.(knocking…) Thank you for tending to my sister so diligently.She is far better comfort than at home.
C: It’s a pleasure.I mean, it’s not a pleasure that she’s ill.Of course not.It’s pleasure that she’s here, being ill.
E’s dad: Not going to be famous, our pig.Black on the back, but not related to the learned pig of Norwich.Now that pig is…
E’s mum: Mr.Bennet.It’s all going to plan.He’s half in love with her already.
E’s dad: Who is, bloom?
E’s mum: Mr.Bingley.He doesn’t mind that she hasn’t a penny.He has more than enough for the two of them.
E’s sister: How will we meet them? Easy.
E’s mum: Wait for me.
E’s sister: You drop something.They pick it up.And then you’re introduced.Officer.
B: You write uncommonly fast, Mr.Darcy.
Mr.Darcy: You are mistaken.I write rather slowly.
Mrs.Bingley: How many letters you must have occasion to write, Mr.Darcy.Letters of busine too.How odious I should think them.D: It is fortunate, then, they fall to my lot and not yours.
B: Do tell your sister I long to see her.
D: I’ve already told her once by her desire.
B: I do dote on her.I was quite in raptures at her beautiful little design for a table.
D: Perhaps you will give me leave to defer your raptures till I write again.Present I have not room enough to do them justice.C: What I think it’s amazing you young ladies have the patience be so accomplished.
B: What do you mean, Charles.
C: You paint tables, play the piano and embroider cushions.I never heard of a young lady, but people say she’s accomplished.The word is indeed applied too liberally.I cannot boast of knowing more than half a dozen women that are truly accomplished.
B: Nor I.Could be sure.
Elizabeth: Goodne, you must comprehend a great deal in the idea.
D: I do
B: Absolutely.She must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing and the modern languages to deserve the word.And something in her air and manner of walking.
D: And she of course must improve her mind by extensive reading.
Elizabeth: I’m no longer surprised at your knowing only six accomplished women.I rather wonder at you knowing any.
D: Are you so severe on your own sex?
Elizabeth: I never saw such a woman.She would certainly be a fearsome thing to behold.
C: hahahhahaha
B: Mi Elizabeth, let us take a turn about the room.It’s refreshing, is it not, after sitting so long in one attitude.
Elizabeth: It is a small kind of accomplishment, I suppose.
B: Will you not join us, Mr.Darcy
D: You can only have two motives, Caroline, and I would interfere with either.
B: What can he mean?
Elizabeth: The surest way to disappoint him would be to ask him nothing about it.
B: Do tell us, Mir Darcy.
Mir Darcy: Either you are in each other’s confidence, and you have secret affairs to discu or you are conscious that your figures, appear to the greatest advantage by walking.In the first, I should get in your way, if the second, I can admire you much better from here.B: shocking.How shall we punish him for such a speech?
Elizabeth: We could laugh at him.
B: Oh no, Mr.Darcy is not to be teased.
Elizabeth: Are you too proud, Mr.Darcy? And would you consider pride a fault or a virtue?
D: That I couldn’t say.
Elizabeth: Cause we are doing our best to find a fault in you.
D: Maybe I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others or their offences against me.My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever Elizabeth: Oh dear, I cannot tease you about that.What a shame, for I dearly love to laugh.
B: A family trait I think.
Footman：A Mrs.Bennet, a mi Bennet, a mi Bennet and a mi Bennet, Sir.
B: Are we to receive every Bennet in the country?
E’s sister: What an excellent room you have, sir.
E’s mum: Such expensive furnishings, I do hope you intend to stay here, Mr.Bingley
C: Absolutely, I find the country very diverting, don’t you agree, Darcy?
DARCY: I find it perfectly adequate, even if society is a little le varied than in town.
MRS BENNET: Le varied? Not at all! We dine with four and twenty families of all shapes and sizes.Sir William Lucas, for instance, is a very agreeable man.A good deal le self-important than some people of half his rank.
Lydia: Mr.Bingley, is it true that you have promised to hold a ball here at Nether field?
C: A ball?
Lydia: It would be an excellent way to meet new friends.You could invite the militia.They are excellent company.
Kitty: Oh, do hold a ball.
Elizabeth: Kitty!
C: When your sister has recovered you shall name the day.
Mary: I think a Ball is a perfectly irrational way to gain new acquaintance.It would be better if conversation instead of dancing were the order of the day.
B: Indeed much more rational but rather le like a ball.
Elizabeth: Thank you, Mary.
E’s m: What a fine imposing place to be sure, is it not, my dears? There\'s no house to equal it in the county.
Jane Bennet: Mr Darcy.
Mr Darcy: Mi Bennet.
E’s m: There she is.
Jane Bennet: Mr.Bennet, I don\'t know how to thank you.
C: You\'re welcome any time you feel the least bit poorly.
Elizabeth Bennet: Thank you for your stimulating company.It has been most instructive.
Mi Bingley: Not at all.The pleasure is all mine.
Mi Bingley: Mr.Darcy.
Mr Darcy: Mi Elizabeth.
Lydia Bennet: And then there was one with great long lashes, like a cow.Did you see you.
Mrs Bennet: Ask Mrs Hill to order us a sirloin, Betsy.Just the one, mind.We\'re not made of money.
Mr.Bennet: I hope, my dear, you\'ve ordered a good dinner today.I\'ve reason to expect an addition to our family party.
Elizabeth: His name\'s Mr.Collins, the dreaded cousin.
Mi Lucas: Who is to inherit?
Elizabeth: indeed everything.
Mary: Even my piano stool belongs to Mr Collins.
Mi Lucas: When?
Elizabeth: He may turn us out of the house as soon as he pleases.
Mi Lucas: but why?
Elizabeth: Cause the estate paes directly to him and not to us poor females.
