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 on... Jane Austen: On 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!
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12.02.2008 в 16:38Jane 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 on...
Jane Austen: On 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!