Tom Lefroy: Was I deficient in rapture?
Jane Austen: Inconsciousness.
Tom Lefroy: It was... It was accomplished.
Jane Austen: It was ironic.
Tom Lefroy: A metropolitan mind may be less susceptible to extended juvenile self-regard.
Jane Austen: I have read your book. I have read your book and disapprove.
Tom Lefroy: Of course you do.
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.
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: Good morning, sir.
Judge Langlois: Good morning? Has the world turned topsy?
Tom Lefroy: I have no money, no property, I am entirely dependent upon that bizarre old lunatic, my uncle. I cannot yet offer marriage, but you must know what I feel. Jane, I'm yours. God, I'm yours. I'm yours, heart and soul. Much good that is.
Jane Austen: Let me decide that.
Tom Lefroy: What will we do?
Jane Austen: What we must.
Mrs. Austen: How many times did you stand up with that gentleman, Jane?
Lucy Lefroy: Was it twice?
Henry Austen: Twice would have been partial. Thrice would have been absolutely.
Lucy Lefroy: Flagrant.
Jane Austen: How many brothers and sisters do you have in Limerick, Tom?
Tom Lefroy: Enough. Why?
Jane Austen: What are the names of your brothers and sisters?
Tom Lefroy: They.
Jane Austen: On whom do they depend?
Jane Austen: You asked me a question. I am ready to give you an answer. But there is one matter to be settled. I cannot make you out, Mr Wisley. At times, you are the most gentlemanlike man I know and yet you would.
Mr. Wisley: "Yet." What a sad word.
Eliza De Feuillide: What trouble we take to make them like us when we like them.
Judge Langlois: I find irony is insult with a smiling face.
Judge Langlois: Wild companions, gambling, running around St James' like a neck-or-nothing young blood of the fancy. What kind of lawyer will that make?
Tom Lefroy: Typical.
Tom Lefroy: I would regard it as a mark of extreme favour if you would stoop to honour me with this next dance.
Tom Lefroy: Jane, an old friend. Late as ever.
Tom Lefroy: Miss? Miss? Miss.
Jane Austen: Austen.
Tom Lefroy: Mr. Lefroy.
Jane Austen: Yes, I know, but I am alone.
Tom Lefroy: Except for me.
Jane Austen: Exactly.
Tom Lefroy: I... I depend entirely upon.
Jane Austen: Upon your Uncle. And I depend on you. So what will you do?
Tom Lefroy: What I must. I have a duty to my family, Jane. I must think of them as well as.
Jane Austen: Tom... Is that... Is that all you have to say to me?
Jane Austen: Goodbye, Mr. Lefroy.
Mrs. Austen: Jane.
Lady Gresham: What is she doing?
Mr. Wisley: Writing.
Lady Gresham: Can anything be done about it?
Lady Gresham: Monsieur le Comte is not here to pay his respects?
Eliza De Feuillide: A prior engagement, ma'am, Monsieur le Comte was obliged to pay his respects to Madame le Guillotine.
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.
