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’s 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.
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