Sense and Sensibility (1995)

Margaret: Oh, please don't say anything important.

Marianne: I'm taking you for a walk.
Margaret: No, I've been a walk.
Marianne: You need another.
Margaret: It's going to rain.
Marianne: It is not going to rain.
Margaret: You always say that and then it always does.

Fanny: Oh, a cottage! How charming. A little cottage is always very snug.

Elinor Dashwood: I do not attempt to deny that I think very highly of him, that I... greatly esteem him... I like him.
Marianne: "Esteem him?" "Like him?" Use those insipid words again and I shall leave the room this instant.

Sir John Middleton: You know what they're saying, of course. Hm? Word is, you've developed a taste for certain company. And why not, say I. A man like you in your prime... she'd be a very fortunate young lady.
Colonel Brandon: Marianne Dashwood would no more think of me than she would have you, John.
Sir John Middleton: Brandon, my boy, do not think of yourself so meanly.
Colonel Brandon: And all the better for her.

Elinor Dashwood: Would you have him treat her even worse than Willoughby has treated you?
Marianne: No, but nor would I have him marry where he does not love.

Margaret: He must like you very much.
Marianne: It is not just for me. It is for all of us.

Mrs. Dashwood: My youngest is not to be found this morning. She's a little shy of strangers at present.
Edward Ferrars: N-n-naturally. I'm sh-shy of strangers myself and I have nothing like her excuse.

Edward Ferrars: I-I've come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is, and always will be, yours.

Marianne: Are we never to have a moment's peace? The rent here may be low but I believe we have it on very hard terms.
Elinor Dashwood: Mrs Jennings is a wealthy woman with a married daughter. She has nothing to do but marry off everyone else's.

Sir John Middleton: Now, Miss Dashwood, it's your turn to entertain us.
Elinor Dashwood: Oh no, Sir John, I don't.
Sir John Middleton: And I believe I know what key you will sing in. "F" major.

Elinor Dashwood: You talk of feeling idle and useless. Imagine how that is compounded when one has no hope and no choice of any occupation whatsoever.
Edward Ferrars: Our circumstances are therefore precisely the same.
Elinor Dashwood: Except that you will inherit your fortune. We cannot even earn ours.
Edward Ferrars: Perhaps Margaret is right.
Elinor Dashwood: Right?
Edward Ferrars: Piracy is our only option.

Marianne: Good morning, Fanny.
Fanny: Good morning, Miss Marianne.
Marianne: How did you find the silver? Was it all genuine?

John Willoughby: Frailty, thy name is Brandon.
Marianne: There are some people who can't bear a party of pleasure.
Mrs. Dashwood: You're a very wicked pair. Colonel Brandon will be sadly missed.
John Willoughby: Why? When he is the sort of man that everyone speaks well of and no-one remembers to talk to?

Marianne: Did you see him? He expressed himself well, did he not?
Mrs. Dashwood: With great decorum and honour.
Marianne: And spirit and wit and feeling.
Elinor: And economy - ten words at most.

Edward Ferrars: All I want - all I have ever wanted - is the quiet of a private life, but, eh, my mother is determined to see me distinguished.

Charlotte Palmer: Oh, if only this rain would stop.
Mr. Palmer: If only you would stop.

Colonel Brandon: Miss Dashwood, Miss Marianne - I come to issue an invitation. A picnic on my estate at Delaford if you would care to join us on Thursday next. Mrs. Jennings daughter and her husband are traveling up especially.
Elinor Dashwood: We should be delighted, Colonel.
Colonel Brandon: I will of course be including Mr. Willoughby in the party.
Marianne: I shall be delighted to join you, Colonel.

Fanny: They're all exceedingly spoilt, I find. Miss Margaret spends all her time up trees and under furniture. I've barely had a civil word from Marianne.
Edward Ferrars: My dear Fanny, they've just lost their father. Their lives will never be the same again.

Charlotte Palmer: Miss Dashwood, if only Mr Willoughby had gone home to Combe Magna, we could have taken Miss Marianne to see him, for we live but half a mile away.
Mr. Palmer: Five and a half.
Charlotte Palmer: No, I cannot believe it is that far, for you can see the place from the top of our hill. Is it really five and a half? No. I cannot believe it.
Mr. Palmer: Try.