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Mrs. Austen: Affection is desirable. Money is absolutely indispensable!
Jane Austen: If I marry, I want it to be out of affection. Like my mother.
Mrs. Austen: And I have to dig up my own bloody potatoes!
Tom Lefroy: How can you, of all people, dispose of yourself without affection?
Jane Austen: How can I dispose of myself with it?
Mrs. Austen: JANE!
Lady Gresham: What is she doing?
Mr. Wisley: Writing.
Lady Gresham: Can anything be done about it?
Tom Lefroy: What value will there ever be in life, if we aren't together?
Jane Austen: My characters shall have, after a little trouble, all that they desire.
Tom Lefroy: If you wish to practice the art of fiction, to be considered the equal of a masculine author, then your horizons must be... widened.
Tom Lefroy: A metropolitan mind may be less susceptible to extended juvenile self-regard.
Cassandra Austen: [regarding 'First Impressions', which will later become 'Pride and Prejudice'] How does the story begin?
Jane Austen: Badly.
Cassandra Austen: And then?
Jane Austen: It gets worse.
Mrs. Austen: That girl needs a husband. But who's good enough? Nobody. Thanks to you.
Rev Austen: Being so much the model of perfection.
Mrs. Austen: I've shared your bed for 32 years and perfection I have not encountered.
Rev Austen: Yet.
Jane Austen: [regarding Mr. Wisley] His small fortune will not buy me.
Eliza De Feuillide: What will buy you, cousin?
Jane Austen: Cassie, his heart will stop at the sight of you, or he doesn't deserve to live. And, yes, I am aware of the contradiction embodied in that sentence.
Tom Lefroy: Good God. There's writing on both sides of those pages.
Tom Lefroy: I think that you, Miss Austen, consider yourself a cut above the company.
Jane Austen: Me?
Tom Lefroy: You, ma'am. Secretly.
Tom Lefroy: Was I deficient in propriety?
Jane Austen: Why did you do that?
Tom Lefroy: Couldn't waste all those expensive boxing lessons.
Mr. Wisley: Sometimes affection is a shy flower that takes time to blossom.
Eliza De Feuillide: What trouble we take to make them like us when we like them.
Tom Lefroy: You dance with passion.
Jane Austen: No sensible woman would demonstrate passion, if the purpose were to attract a husband.
Tom Lefroy: As opposed to a lover?
Jane Austen: [she has just kissed him] Did I do that well?
Tom Lefroy: Very. Very well.
Jane Austen: I wanted, just once, to do it well.
Tom Lefroy: I am yours, heart and soul. Much good that is.
Jane Austen: Let me decide that.
Mrs. Radcliffe: Of what do you wish to write?
Jane Austen: Of the heart.
Mrs. Radcliffe: Do you know it?
Jane Austen: Not all of it.
Jane Austen: Could I really have this?
Tom Lefroy: What, precisely?
Jane Austen: You.
Tom Lefroy: Me, how?
Jane Austen: This life with you.
Tom Lefroy: Yes.
Tom Lefroy: I depend entirely upon...
Jane Austen: Upon your uncle. And I depend on you. What will you do?
Tom Lefroy: What I must.
John Warren: And the famous Mrs. Radcliffe, is she as Gothic as her novels?
Jane Austen: Not in externals. But her internal landscape is, I suspect, quite picturesque.
Mr. Wisley: True of us all.
Rev Austen: Jane should have not the man who offers the best price but the man she wants.
Tom Lefroy: Miss Austen...
Jane Austen: Yes?
Tom Lefroy: Goodnight.
Tom Lefroy: [to Jane] Do you love me?
Lucy Lefroy: [Interrupting Tom and Jane] What kind of trouble?
Jane Austen: All sorts of trouble.
Wine Whore: [comes to sit on Tom's lap] Glass of wine?
Tom Lefroy: Yes, thank you.
[lifts the glass]
Tom Lefroy: A toast from one member of the profession to another.
Tom Lefroy: [reading from Mr. White's Natural History] Swifts, on a fine morning in May, flying this way, that way, sailing around at a great hight, perfectly happily. Then -
[checks he has her attention and nods to let her know this is what he meant]
Tom Lefroy: Then, one leaps onto the back of another, grasps tightly and forgetting to fly they both sink down and down, in a great dying fall, fathom after fathom, until the female utters...
Jane Austen: [breaking out of trance] Yes?
Tom Lefroy: [looks at her for a moment, then continues reading] The female utters a loud, piercing cry...
[he looks up at her again]
Tom Lefroy: ... of ecstasy.
[smiles tantalisingly]
Tom Lefroy: Is this conduct commonplace in the natural history of Hampshire?
John Warren: What's a Tahitian-love-fest?
[Henry and Tom smile]
Eliza De Feuillide: Flirting is a woman抯 trade, one must keep in practice
Rev Austen: Nothing destroys spirit like poverty.
Tom Lefroy: Was I deficient in rapture?
Jane Austen: In consciousness!
Judge Langlois: I find irony is insult with a smiling face.
Judge Langlois: Wild companions, gambling, running around St James's like a neck-or-nothing young blood of the fancy. What kind of lawyer will that make?
Tom Lefroy: Typical.
Tom Lefroy: I have been told there is much to see upon a walk, but all I've detected so far is a general tendency to green above and brown below.
Jane Austen: Yes, well, others have detected more. It is celebrated. There's even a book about Selborne Wood.
Tom Lefroy: Oh. A novel, perhaps?
Jane Austen: Novels? Being poor, insipid things, read by mere women, even, God forbid, written by mere women?.
Tom Lefroy: I see, we're talking of your reading.
Jane Austen: As if the writing of women did not display the greatest powers of mind, knowledge of human nature, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour and the best-chosen language imaginable?
Henry Austen: What do you make of Mr. Lefroy?
Jane Austen: We're honoured by his presence.
Eliza De Feuillide: You think?
Jane Austen: He does, with his preening, prancing, Irish-cum-Bond-Street airs.
Henry Austen: Jane.
Jane Austen: Well, I call it very high indeed, refusing to dance when there are so few gentleman. Henry, are all your friends so disagreeable?
Henry Austen: Jane.
Jane Austen: Where exactly in Ireland does he come from, anyway?
Tom Lefroy: [coming up behind Jane] Limerick, Miss Austen.
Henry Austen: Careful, Jane, Lucy is right. Mr. Lefroy does have a reputation.
Jane Austen: Presumably as the most disagreeable
[writing]
Jane Austen: "...insolent, arrogant, impudent, insufferable, impertinent of men. "
Jane Austen: [pauses] Too many adjectives.
Lucy Lefroy: [talking about Ton Lefroy] Green velvet coat. Vastly fashionable.
John Warren: [talking to Tom Lefroy] You'll find this vastly amusing.
Tom Lefroy: Was I deficient in rapture?
Jane Austen: Inconsciousness!
Tom Lefroy: It was... It was accomplished.
Jane Austen: It was ironic.
Jane Austen: This, by the way, is called a country dance, after the French, contredanse. Not because it is exhibited at an uncouth rural assembly with glutinous pies, execrable Madeira, and truly anarchic dancing.
Tom Lefroy: You judge the company severely, madam.
Jane Austen: I was describing what you'd be thinking.
Tom Lefroy: Allow me to think for myself.
Jane Austen: Gives me leave to do the same, sir, and come to a different conclusion.
Eliza De Feuillide: I never feel more French than when I watch cricket.