The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

- Lydia, turn it off! - Sure, sis. As soon as you explain to all

of our wonderful, awesome, sexy viewers why you won't let me borrow your car?

Ok, first of all, they're not our viewers, they're my viewers.

Just because you talked to your phone for five minutes at Mary's

doesn't mean you can steal my viewers.

But they like me. I'm sure that they would want you to let me borrow your car,

so I can go visit my very sick, very lonely friend.

At the mall?

Lydia, Mom took away your car privileges for a reason.

Oh, c'mon. I promise I won't do that in there. There's no room, anyway.

Hello, Ms. Bennet! And... um... Ms. Young Bennet.

Am I interrupting something?

Interrupting? No… when have you ever done that?

Perfect! Well, I was hoping you'd have a moment to discuss your process of vlogging.

I find it inherently unique. Or, perhaps it's the complex narrative that you're telling.

- No! - Well, I just thought...

- No!! - But you were going to let me borrow your car, right?

No! No car! No vlogging! No any and everything that you could possibly have to ask me.

My name is Lizzie Bennet and I am storming out!

So... you were going to show me how Lizzie vlogs?

- Sure, Ricky. - Mr. Collins, I prefer.

And I prefer to be really famous and get tons of free stuff. Deal.

So. You want to know how Lizzie vlogs?

I have assured you most earnestly that I do.

Great. Then you just have to do everything that I say. Everything.

Good morning, dear. I assume you would like to

discuss how pathetically single our daughters are.

Oh. Mrs. Bennet has always been so delightful towards me,

yet Lizzie's vlogs paint her in such a manipulative light.

Is lamenting over having single daughters truly all your mother ever does?