Arthur: There is a Child without a present.
Steve: Arthur! Christmas is not a time for emotion.
Grandsanta: You were right, Arthur! It doesn't matter how Santa's gift gets there! It doesn't matter if it is Mr Postman in his Spaceship.
Arthur: Just as long as it gets there.
Grandsanta: You made it happen, Lad! No-one got left out.
David Percival: You can't un-fuck what's been fucked.
Robbie Turner: ...if all we have rests in a few moments in a library three and a half years ago, then I don't know... I don't.
Cecilia Tallis: Robbie... look at me. Look at me. Come back. Come back to me.
Tom Lefroy: Was I deficient in rapture?
Jane Austen: Inconsciousness.
Tom Lefroy: It was... It was accomplished.
Jane Austen: It was ironic.
Tom Lefroy: Miss Austen.
Jane Austen: Yes?
Tom Lefroy: Goodnight.
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.
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.
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: Jane, an old friend. Late as ever.
Tom Lefroy: I would regard it as a mark of extreme favour if you would stoop to honour me with this next dance.
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: A metropolitan mind may be less susceptible to extended juvenile self-regard.
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?
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.
Tom Lefroy: Good morning, sir.
Judge Langlois: Good morning? Has the world turned topsy?
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.
Jane Austen: I have read your book. I have read your book and disapprove.
Tom Lefroy: Of course you do.
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?
