The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

Wait for it...

- Oh. My God. - I know.

- Darcy just- - I know.

- And then you- - I know.

Oh my God.

My name is Lizzie Bennet, and as you can see, Charlotte is without words.

Oh, I have some words.

Oh yeah? Like what?

I totally knew it.

You knew it? Knew what? You knew nothing. - I knew he liked you.

Or that it was a definite possibility.

Well, maybe it was just an inkling, but come on, you must have had some suspicions!

No, I really didn't.

What about when he danced with you at Bing's party and no one else?

- You weren't at that party. - I was at the Gibson wedding.

- That was a cruel twist of fate. - Or love at first sight.

Or how about all the times he happened to be at Carter's when you were there?

- He was just wingman-ing for Bing. - Wingman-ing, really? That's what you think?

I'm pretty sure the guy read Tolstoy for you.

Even if that's true, the virtues of reading Russian literature

are far outweighed by the fact that he disinherited George.

Oh yeah, and he broke up Bing and Jane.

You don't even like George anymore.

That doesn't mean he should've lost his future.

I have 100 more reasons to dislike Darcy than he has to like me.

I don't think you have to worry about him liking you much longer

since you told him to watch the videos.

Yeah... Not my finest moment.

- You haven't exactly been easy on him. - Easy on him?