Pride and Prejudice - First Season

- (BINGLEY): It's a fair prospect. - (DARCY): Pretty enough, I grant you.

It's nothing to Pemberley, I know.

But I must settle somewhere. Have I your approval?

You'll find the society something savage.

Country manners? I think they're charming.

- Then you'd better take it. - Thank you, I shall.

I shall close with the attorney directly.

: I want to wear it today. Look what you've done to it!

: Mamma, mamma!

: Lydia has torn up my bonnet

and says she will wear it to church. Tell her she shall not!

I shall wear it, for it's all my own work.

She'd be a fright in it. She's too plain to look well in it!

- No, you shall not have it! - Lydia! Kitty! Girls!

Would you tear my nerves into shreds? Let her have it, Kitty.

But it's mine! You let her have everything that is mine!

Oh, what is to become of us all? Jane, Lizzy, where are you?

- Here, mamma. - Coming, mamma.

My dear! Mr Bennet! Wonderful news!

- Netherfield Park is let at last! - Is it?

Yes, it is, for I have just had it from Mrs Long.

Do you not want to know who's taken it?

I have no objection to hearing it.

It is taken by a young man of large fortune from the north of England.

A single man of large fortune, my dear.

He came down on Monday to see the place.

His name is Bingley and he will be in possession by Michaelmas.

Andhe has 5,000 a year!

- What a fine thing for our girls! - How so? How can it affect them?

Mr Bennet, why are you so tiresome?

You know that I'm thinking of his marrying one of them.

For a single man with a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

Yes, he must indeed! And who better than one of our five girls?

Lydia!

- What a fine joke if he chose me! - Or me!

So that is his design in settling here? To marry one of our daughters?

"Design"? How can you talk such nonsense?

But he may fall in love with one of them.

Therefore you must visit him directly he comes.

No, no, I see no occasion for that.

- Mr Bennet! - Go yourself with the girls.

- Still better, send them by themselves. - By themselves?!

Aye, for you're as handsome as any of them.

Mr Bingley might like you best of the party.

Lydia...

Hill!

Oh, Hill!

Hill, I am so distressed!

Mr Bennet says he will not visit Mr Bingley when he comes.

- There, there. - Can't you reason with him?

- I daresay it'll all be well. - No, it will not!

- For he is bent on ruining us all. - Mamma, he's teasing you.

He will call on Mr Bingley. He calls on any new neighbour.

Jane, how can you say that? You heard him!

You know your father has a will of iron.

You're in the right, my dear.

I'll tell you what I'll do. I shall write to Mr Bingley,

informing him that I have five daughters,

and he is welcome to any of them.

They're all silly and ignorant, like other girls.

Well, Lizzy has more wit than the rest.

But he may prefer a stupid wife, as others have done before him.

- There, will that do? - No! I beg you will not write if you...

You take delight in vexing me!

You have no compassion on my poor nerves!

You mistake me. I have a high respect for your nerves.

They've been my old friends for 20 years.

- You don't know what I suffer. - Well, I hope you'll get over it,

and live to see many young men of 5,000 a year move here.

It's no use if 20 such should come, since you won't visit them.

Depend upon it, my dear. When there are 20, I'll visit them all.

You see, Jane? He won't be prevailed upon. He'll see us all ruined.

If only we'd been able to have sons!

Misfortunes, we are told, are sent to test our fortitude,

and may often reveal themselves as blessings in disguise.

Lord, I'm so hungry!

If I could love a man who would love me enough

to take me for 50 pounds a year,

I should be very well pleased.

Yes.

But such a man could hardly be sensible

and I could never love a man who was out of his wits.

Oh, Lizzy.

A marriage... where either partner cannot love nor respect the other,

that cannot be agreeable... to either party.

As we have daily proof.

But beggars, you know, cannot be choosers.

We're not verypoor, Lizzy.

With father's estate withheld from the female line, we have only our charms.

One of us at least will have to marry verywell.

And since you're five times as pretty as the rest of us,

and have the sweetest disposition, the task will fall on you.

But, Lizzy...

I would wish...

I should so much like... to marry for love.

And so you shall, I'm sure.

Only take care you fall in love with a man of good fortune.

Well, I shall try. To please you.

And you?

I am determined that only the deepest love will induce me into matrimony.

So... I shall end an old maid,

and teach your 1 0 children to embroider cushions

and play their instruments very ill.

- Good night, mamma. - My head is very ill tonight.

I said, I wouldn't dance with him if he was the last man in Meryton!

- Good night, Lydia. Good night, Kitty. - Good night, Lizzy!

: Lizzy!

Wait till you hear our news!

- Mr Bingley has come! - Sir William Lucas called on him!

- Save your breath. I will tell mamma. - I don't wish to know.

Why care for Mr Bingley? We'll never be acquainted with him.

But, mamma!

Don't keep coughing so, Kitty! Have a little compassion on my nerves.

- I don't cough for my own amusement. - 40 servants, and he's very handsome.

- He declared that he loves to dance! - He said he'd come to the next ball!

- At the Assembly Rooms! - On Saturday!

- With six ladies and four gentlemen. - It was 1 2 ladies and seven gentlemen.

- Too many ladies. - Lydia, I beg you would stop!

We will never know Mr Bingley and it pains me to hear of him.

- (LYDIA): But mamma! - I'm sick of Mr Bingley!

I'm sorry to hear that.

If I'd known as much this morning, I should never have called on him.

: You have called on him?!

I'm afraid we cannot escape the acquaintance now.

My dear Mr Bennet! How good you are to us.

- Well, well. - Girls, girls, is he not a good father?

And never to tell us! What a good joke!

And now you shall all dance with Mr Bingley!

I hope he has a strong constitution!

And a fondness for silly young women.

My dear Mr Bennet, nothing you say shall ever vex me again.

I'm sorry to hear it. Well, Kitty.

I think you may cough as much as you choose now.

- Shall we be quite safe here, Mr Darcy? - Damned silly way to spend an evening.

Mr Bingley!

Allow me the pleasure of welcoming you to our little assembly.

Sir William, I am very glad to see you.

There's nothing that I love better than a country dance.

- Do you know who the two ladies are? - Mr Bingley's sisters, I understand.

One is married to that gentleman, Mr Hurst.

- The taller gentleman? - No, the other.

: Better and better!

Very elegant.

Better pleased with themselves than what they see, I think.

Lizzy! Jane! Come here!

You see that gentleman? Lady Lucas says he is Mr Bingley's oldest friend.

His name is Darcy and he has a mighty fortune

and a great estate in Derbyshire.

Bingley's wealth is nothing to his!

1 0,000 a year! At least!

Don't you think he's the handsomest man you've ever seen, girls?

I wonder if he'd be as handsome if he weren't so rich.

Oh, Lizzy! They're coming over. Smile, girls! Smile!

Mrs Bennet.

Mr Bingley would want to become acquainted with you and your daughters.

Sir, that is very good of you.

This is Jane, my eldest.

And Elizabeth. And Mary sits over there.

And Kitty and Lydia, my youngest, you see there dancing.

- Do you like to dance yourself? - There is nothing I love better, madam.

If Miss Bennet is not otherwise engaged,

may I be so bold as to claim the next two dances?

- I am not engaged, sir. - Good.

You do us great honour, sir. Thank the gentleman, Jane.

Mamma.

And you, sir? Are you fond of dancing, too?

Oh, I beg your pardon. Mrs Bennet, may I present my friend, Mr Darcy?

You are very welcome to Hertfordshire I am sure, sir.

I hope you have come here eager to dance, as your friend has?

Thank you, madam. I rarely dance.

Let this be one of the occasions, sir,

for I wager you'll not easily find such lively music or such pretty partners.

Pray, excuse me, ma'am.

Well! Did you ever meet such a proud disagreeable man!

- He will hear you. - I don't care if he does.

And his friend disposed to be so agreeable and everything charming.

: Who is he to think himself so far above his company?

The very rich can afford to give offence wherever they go.

- We need not care for his good opinion. - No, indeed!

Perhaps he's not so very handsome after all?

No, indeed! Quite ill-favoured.

: Certainly nothing at all to Mr Bingley!

I'll show them!

I wonder at Kitty and Lydia, that they are so fond of dancing.

: I take little pleasure in a ball.

: I would take pleasure,

if there were enough partners as agreeable as Jane's.

I believe the rewards of observation and reflection are much greater.

Yes, when there are none others to be had.

We shall have to be philosophers, Mary.

Come, Darcy, I must have you dance!

I must. I hate to see you standing about in this stupid manner!

You had much better dance!

I certainly shall not. At an assembly such as this? It would be insupportable.

Your sisters are engaged.

: You know it would punish me to stand up with any other woman.

Good God, Darcy! I wouldn't be as fastidious as you are for a kingdom!

: Upon my honour, I never met so many pleasant girls in my life!

Several of them uncommonly pretty.

You have been dancing with the only handsome girl in the room.