I rode through the rain! I’d – I’d ride through worse than that if I could just hear your voice telling me that I might, at least, have some chance to win you.
The most beautiful thing in the world is a
match well made.
1) Emma, you didn’t ask me to contribute a riddle. 2) Your entire personality is a riddle, Mr. Knightly. I thought you overqualified.
1) Emma….you WROTE her answer didn’t you? 2) If I did I would have done no wrong!
1) Has an invitation arrived for a party at the Coles? 2) No, thank heaven. The Coles are nice people, but we should have to go outside to get there.
1) How fascinating that any discordancy between us must always arise from MY being wrong. 2) Not fascinating, but true.
1) Thank you for being so thoughtful. 2) No; thank you for thinking I am thoughtful.
1) Was he handsome? 2) Many say he is. 1) Was he agreeable. 2) He was in no way disagreeable. 1) Was he a man of information? 2) All his statements seem correct.
1)I’d rather fetch that stick, then dance! 2) I’ll be sure to bring it to the ball
1: Dear Diary, today I tried not to think about Mr. Knightly. I tried not to think about him when I spoke about the menu with cook. 2: Oh is Mr. Knightly coming? 1: Why do you say that? 2: Lamb stew is his favorite. 1: I tried not to think about him in the garden where I thrice plucked the daisies to acertain his feelings for Harriet. I don’t think we should keep daisies in the garden, they really are drab little flowers. And I tried not to think about him when I went to bed. Bbut something had to be done.
1: Is your horse just washing his feet, or are the darker forces at work here? 2: The latter I’m afraid, something has happened to the wheel and I cannot move! 1: Well, you’ll just have to live here then, Bye-Bye!
1: Miss Woodhouse there he is! How do I look? 2: Fine dear, good enough I’m sure for Mr. Martin!
1: Oh Dear! 2: What? 1: What? Oh, oh something about the deer we need for the…uh venison stew!
1: There were those who thought the wedding a little shabby…
2: I do not profess to be an expert in the field of fashion, though my friends say I have quite the eye, but I must confess, there was a shocking lack of satin!
1: Time will heal your wound. 2: My wound?
1:No, Mr. Elton will be the next person to benefit from my help. 2:Poor Miss Taylor indeed, it is Mr. Elton who deserves our pity!
ANGELS, mothah!
As an old friend of the family, I had to ask, who cried most at the wedding?
Badly done Emma! Badly done.
Better be without sense than misapply it as you do.
But Harriet, I recall it with perfect clarity! You spoke of the service Frank had done you in rescuing you from the gypsies!’
Dear Lord, if he cannot share a life with me is it wrong to ask that he not share it with anyone? That we go on as we go on now, him stopping by at any hour, always the brightest part of our lives, a natural and easy member of the family. i would be content if he would just stay single Lord, that’s it, if he would just stay single that would be enough for me to be perfectly satisfieed…Almost…Amen.
Did you never wonder why I never befriended Frank Churchill? It was because I knew he was intended for you.
e: is he a handsome man? h: you know, i did not think so at first, but now i think him perfect in every particular!
Emma knew that the best chance for Harriet’s happiness wass that she might marry as well, but it seemed to much to hope that even Harriet Smith could fall in love with more than three men in one year!
Emma Woodhouse: Hmm, you dismiss her beauty and good nature, yet I would be very much mistaken, if your sex in general, does not think those claims the highest a woman could possess!
Emma Woodhouse: How fascinating that any discordancy between us must always arise from *my* being wrong.
Mr. Knightley: Not fascinating, but true
Emma Woodhouse: I must throw a party for her. Otherwise everyone will feel at once how much I dislike her.
Emma Woodhouse: Not one in a hundred men have ‘gentleman’ so plainly written across them as Mr. Knightley!
Emma Woodhouse: Now I need not call you Mr. Knightley. I may call you *my* Mr. Knightley.
Emma Woodhouse: One does not like to generalize about so many people all at once, Mr. Knightley, but you may be sure that men know nothing about their hearts, whether they be six-and-twenty, or six-and-eighty.
Emma Woodhouse: Thank you for being so thoughtful.
Rev. Elton: No – thank you for thinking I am thoughtful.
Emma Woodhouse: The most beautiful thing in the world is a match well made
Emma Woodhouse: [Seating herself in a carriage] My, this weather –
Rev. Elton: Miss Woodhouse, please! Fate has left us alone for a reason.
Emma Woodhouse: Mr. Elton! Why do you seize my hand!
Rev. Elton: I do not seize your hand so much as the opportunity to tell you that I am hoping, no, fearing; ready to die if you refuse me!
Emma Woodhouse: Good heavens! Go back!
Rev. Elton: Surely my ardent attachment to you, my love and devotion cannot help but have made an impression!
Emma Woodhouse: Mr. Elton! It is I, Miss Woodhouse!
Rev. Elton: Mm hmm.
Emma Woodhouse: The party spirits have confused you! Allow me to deliver your message to Miss Smith, but you must direct no more of it to me.
Rev. Elton: Miss Smith? What sort of message would I want to send to her? Miss Smith?
Emma: Has an invitation arrived for a party at the Coles?
Mr. Woodhouse: No, thank Heaven. The Coles are nice people, but we should have to go outside to get there.
Emma: I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control.
Emma: Mr. Knightley, if I have not spoken, it is because I am afraid I will awaken myself from this dream.
Emma: The most incomprehensible thing in the world to a man is a woman who rejects his offer of marriage.
Emma: Was he handsome?
Jane: Many say he is.
Emma: Was he agreeable?
Jane: He was in no way disagreeable.
Emma: Was he a man of information?
Jane: All his statements seem correct.
Frank Churchill: Is your horse just washing his feet or are the darker forces at work here?
Emma Woodhouse: The latter, I’m afraid. Something’s happened to the wheel and I cannot move.
Frank Churchill: You’ll just have to live here then. Buhbye.
He imposed on me, but he has not injured me.
Hmm, you dismiss her beauty and good nature, yet I would be very much mistaken if your sex in general does not think those claims the highest a woman could possess!
However, I feel, and I hope you will concur, small parties are the best. I’d rather fall short by two than exceed by two. And how fortunate that the snow falls now instead of yesterday, when it might have made our party impossible. Now, that would have been a real course of sadness, would it not?
I do not suspect he was necesary to my happiness.
I do not wish to call you my friend, because I wish to call you something infinetly more dear.
I do not wish to call you my friend, because I wish to call you something infinitely more dear.
I love John, I hate John
I may have lost my heart but not my self-control!
I may have lost my heart, but I have not lost my self-control
I must throw a party for her. Otherwise
everyone will feel at once how much I dislike her.
I rode through the rain! I’d ride through worse than that if I could only hear your voice telling me I might have some chance to win you.
I stopped you un-graciously just then and caused you pain.
If he seems happy I shall know that he has decided to marry Harriet and I will not, I know that I will not be able to let him tell me, I could not bear to hear the words! But if he seems sad I shall know that John has advised him not to marry Harriet. I love John! Or he may seem sad because he fears telling me he will marry my friend, How could John let him do that, I hate John!!
Is it not a brother’s job to find fault with his sister?
It is better to be without sense than to misapply it as you do.
It left us speechless, quite speechless, and we have not stopped talking of it since!
It would not be improper for us to dance. After all, we are not brother and sister.
Marriage is so disrupting to one’s social circle.
Marry me. Marry me, my wonderful, darling friend.
Maybe it is our imperfections which make us so perfect for one another.
Men of sense, don’t want silly wives!
Miss Bates: It left us speechless, quite speechless I tell you, and we have not stopped talking of it since.
Mr. Knightley, if I have not spoken, it is because I am
afraid I will awaken myself from this dream.
Mr. Knightley: Better be without sense than misapply it as you do
Mr. Knightley: Emma, you didn’t ask me to contribute a riddle.
Emma: Your entire personality is a riddle, Mr. Knightley. I thought you overqualified
Mr. Knightley: I rode through the rain! I’d – I’d ride through worse than that if I could just hear your voice telling me that I might, at least, have some chance to win you.
Mr. Knightley: Is it not a brother’s job to find fault with his sister?
Mr. Knightley: Marry me. Marry me, my wonderful, darling friend.
Mr. Knightley: Vanity working on a weak mind produces every kind of mischief
Mr. Knightley: You must be happy that she settled so well.
Emma: Indeed! One matter of joy in this is that I made the match myself. People said Mr. Weston would never marry again, and what a triumph!
Mr. Knightley: Triumph? You made a lucky guess!
Emma: Have you never known the triumph of a lucky guess? Had I not promoted Mr. Weston’s visits and given encouragement where encouragement was needed, we might not have had a wedding today.
Mr. Woodhouse: Then please, my dear, encourage no one else. Marriage is so disrupting to one’s social circle.
Mr. Knightly: Who will you dance with? Emma: With you if you will ask me…after all…we are not brother and sister. Knightly: Brother and Sister! Ha. No… Indeed we are not.
Mr. Woodhouse: Must the church be so drafty, Mr. Elton? It is difficult to surrender one’s soul when one is worried about one’s throat.
Mrs. Weston: Perhaps some tea and cake would revive you, Mr. Woodhouse.
Mr. Woodhouse: Cake! Surely you’re not serving cake at your wedding, Miss Taylor! Far too rich, you put us all at peril! Where is Mr. Perry, the apothecary? I’m sure he will support me!
Mrs. Weston: Ah, he is over there, Mr. Woodhouse, having some cake.
Mr. Woodhouse: What?
Mrs. Elton: I do not profess to be an expert in the field of fashion (though my friends say I have quite the eye) but I can tell you, there is a shocking lack of satin!
My dear, I like Harriet, as I might remind you, do you!
Nicely expressed…though it sounds as though he eats a worrisome amount of custard!
Now I need not call you Mr. Knightly, I may call you MY Mr. Knightly!
One does not like to generalize about so
many people all at once, Mr. Knightley, but you may be sure
that men know nothing about their hearts, whether they be
six-and-twenty, or six-and-eighty.
Rev. Elton: Were I not an old married man, I should gladly do the job. But my dancing days are over.
The most incomprehensible thing in the world to a man is a woman who rejects his offer of marriage.
There is a delicate and perplexing matter I must discuss with my brother.
There is a littleness to him that you saw which I did not.
Try not to kill my dogs!
vanity working on a weak mind produces every kind of mischief
Vanity working on a weak mind produces every kind of mischief.
Were I not an old married man, I should gladly do the job. But my dancing days are over.
What a happy porker it must have come from! PORK, Mother!
What a sad loss to our party. She will be missed at every moment. However, I feel, and I hope you will concur, small parties are the best. I’d rather fall short by two, than exceed by two. And how fortunate that the snow falls now instead of yesterday, when it might have made out party impossible. That would be a real course of sadness, would it not?
When you get married, you must eat strawberries at your wedding.
You want our relationship to remain as it has always been, but I cannot desire that.
Your entire personality is a riddle, I thought you overqualified.
[Emma shoots a badly-aimed arrow]
Mr. Knightley: Try not to kill my dogs.
[In the middle of a heated discussion, Emma tries to change the subject]
Emma Woodhouse: Did I mention we are having a new drain installed?
[Question about a letter proposing marriage]
Miss Smith: Is it a good letter or too short?
[Talking about Mrs. Elton]
Emma: She’d never seen him before, and she called him Knightley!
Harriet: I saw her at church. She seemed-
Emma: Vulgar? Base? Conceited? Crass? She actually seemed pleased to discover that Mr. Knightley was a gentleman. I doubt he’ll return the compliment and find *her* a lady. She proposed that we form a *musical club*. Is it possible that Mr. Elton met her while doing charitable work in a mental infirmary?!
[sighs]
Emma: There is only one thing to do with a person as impossible as she.
Harriet: What?
Emma: I must throw a party for her. Otherwise everyone will feel at once how much I dislike her.
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