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Emma:
I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control.
Mr. Knightley: I rode through the rain! I'd - I'd ride through worse than that if I could just hear your voice telling me that I might, at least, have some chance to win you.
Emma: Has an invitation arrived for a party at the Coles?
Mr. Woodhouse: No, thank Heaven. The Coles are nice people, but we should have to go outside to get there.
Mr. Knightley: Emma, you didn't ask me to contribute a riddle.
Emma: Your entire personality is a riddle, Mr. Knightley. I thought you overqualified.
Miss Bates: It left us speechless, quite speechless I tell you, and we have not stopped talking of it since.
Mr. Knightley: You must be happy that she settled so well.
Emma: Indeed! One matter of joy in this is that I made the match myself. People said Mr. Weston would never marry again, and what a triumph!
Mr. Knightley: Triumph? You made a lucky guess!
Emma: Have you never known the triumph of a lucky guess? Had I not promoted Mr. Weston's visits and given encouragement where encouragement was needed, we might not have had a wedding today.
Mr. Woodhouse: Then please, my dear, encourage no one else. Marriage is so disrupting to one's social circle.
Emma: Was he handsome?
Jane: Many say he is.
Emma: Was he agreeable?
Jane: He was in no way disagreeable.
Emma: Was he a man of information?
Jane: All his statements seem correct.
Mr. Knightley: Marry me. Marry me, my wonderful, darling friend.
Emma: Mr. Knightley, if I have not spoken, it is because I am afraid I will awaken myself from this dream.
Mrs. Elton: I do not profess to be an expert in the field of fashion (though my friends say I have quite the eye) but I can tell you, there is a shocking lack of satin!
Emma Woodhouse: One does not like to generalize about so many people all at once, Mr. Knightley, but you may be sure that men know nothing about their hearts, whether they be six-and-twenty, or six-and-eighty.
Emma: The most incomprehensible thing in the world to a man is a woman who rejects his offer of marriage.
Mr. Knightley: I do not comprehend it because it is madness.
[about Harriet's refusal of Robert Martin's offer of marriage]
Mr. Knightley: I hope you are wrong.
Emma: I could not be. I saw her answer.
Mr. Knightley: Emma
[looking at her suspiciously]
Mr. Knightley: ... you wrote her answer, didn't you?
Emma: If I did, I would have done no wrong. He is not Harriet's equal.
Mr. Knightley: I agree he is not her equal.
Emma: Good.
Mr. Knightley: He is her superior in sense and situation!
Emma Woodhouse: Hmm, you dismiss her beauty and good nature, yet I would be very much mistaken, if your sex in general, does not think those claims the highest a woman could possess!
Emma Woodhouse: Not one in a hundred men have "gentleman" so plainly written across them as Mr. Knightley!
[Emma shoots a badly-aimed arrow]
Mr. Knightley: Try not to kill my dogs.
Mr. Knightley: Vanity working on a weak mind produces every kind of mischief.
Mr. Knightley: Better be without sense than misapply it as you do.
Mr. Knightley: Is it not a brother's job to find fault with his sister?
[Question about a letter proposing marriage]
Miss Smith: Is it a good letter or too short?
Emma Woodhouse: The most beautiful thing in the world is a match well made.
Emma Woodhouse: Thank you for being so thoughtful.
Rev. Elton: No - thank you for thinking I am thoughtful.
Emma Woodhouse: I must throw a party for her. Otherwise everyone will feel at once how much I dislike her.
[Talking about Mrs. Elton]
Emma: She'd never seen him before, and she called him Knightley!
Harriet: I saw her at church. She seemed...
Emma: Vulgar? Base? Conceited? Crass? She actually seemed pleased to discover that Mr. Knightley was a gentleman. I doubt he'll return the compliment and find *her* a lady. She proposed that we form a *musical club*. Is it possible that Mr. Elton met her while doing charitable work in a mental infirmary?
[sighs]
Emma: There is only one thing to do with a person as impossible as she.
Harriet: What?
Emma: I must throw a party for her. Otherwise everyone will feel at once how much I dislike her.
Rev. Elton: Were I not an old married man, I should gladly do the job. But my dancing days are over.
Emma Woodhouse: Now I need not call you Mr. Knightley. I may call you *my* Mr. Knightley.
Emma Woodhouse: How fascinating that any discordancy between us must always arise from *my* being wrong.
Mr. Knightley: Not fascinating, but true.
Frank Churchill: Is your horse just washing his feet or are the darker forces at work here?
Emma Woodhouse: The latter, I'm afraid. Something's happened to the wheel and I cannot move.
Frank Churchill: You'll just have to live here then. Buhbye.
Mr. Woodhouse: Must the church be so drafty, Mr. Elton? It is difficult to surrender one's soul when one is worried about one's throat.
Mrs. Weston: Perhaps some tea and cake would revive you, Mr. Woodhouse.
Mr. Woodhouse: Cake! Surely you're not serving cake at your wedding, Miss Taylor! Far too rich, you put us all at peril! Where is Mr. Perry, the apothecary? I'm sure he will support me!
Mrs. Weston: Ah, he is over there, Mr. Woodhouse, having some cake.
Mr. Woodhouse: What?
Emma Woodhouse: [Seating herself in a carriage] My, this weather...
Rev. Elton: Miss Woodhouse, please! Fate has left us alone for a reason.
Emma Woodhouse: Mr. Elton! Why do you seize my hand!
Rev. Elton: I do not seize your hand so much as the opportunity to tell you that I am hoping, no, fearing; ready to die if you refuse me!
Emma Woodhouse: Good heavens! Go back!
Rev. Elton: Surely my ardent attachment to you, my love and devotion cannot help but have made an impression!
Emma Woodhouse: Mr. Elton! It is I, Miss Woodhouse!
Rev. Elton: Mm hmm.
Emma Woodhouse: The party spirits have confused you! Allow me to deliver your message to Miss Smith, but you must direct no more of it to me.
Rev. Elton: Miss Smith? What sort of message would I want to send to her? Miss Smith?
[In the middle of a heated discussion, Emma tries to change the subject]
Emma Woodhouse: Did I mention we are having a new drain installed?
Mrs. Weston: A suspicion has darted into my head that I cannot get rid of - Mr. Knightley and Jane Fairfax are a couple!
Emma: Mrs. Weston, please do not take to matchmaking, you do it ill!
Mr. Knightley: [about Emma's insult to Miss Bates] Badly done, Emma!
Emma: [worried that Mr. Knightley may be in love with Harriet Smith] Oh dear!
Mr. Knightley: What?
Emma: What? Oh...
[realizing her mistake]
Emma: Oh!
[uneasily]
Emma: Something about the deer we need for the... the... venison stew.
Emma: I do not admire Mr. Knightley as I have so long thought.
[pause]
Emma: I love him. So dearly, so greatly!
Mr. Knightley: Maybe it is our imperfections which make us so perfect for one another.
Rev. Elton: [to Miss Smith] I simply love... celery root.
Mr. Knightley: I can think of nothing less appealing than an evening of watching other people dance. Go on!
[throwing stick for dog to fetch]
Emma: Then you shall have to dance yourself.
Mr. Knightley: I have no taste for it. I'd rather fetch that stick.
Emma: I'll try to remember to bring it to the ball.
Mr. Knightley: [pause] I just want to stay here where it's cozy.
Mr. Knightley: Men of sense, whatever you may say, do not want silly wives!
Emma Woodhouse: I will not know how to behave when I see him.
Mrs. Weston: Let his behavior be your guide
Emma Woodhouse: Oh, but if he seems happy, I will know that he's decided to marry Harriet, and I will not, I know I will not be able to let him tell me. But if he seems sad, I'll know that John has advised him against it. I love John! Or he may seem sad because he fears telling me he will marry my friend. How can John let him do that? I hate John!
Emma: [voiceover] Dear Diary, Today I tried not to think about Mr. Knightly. I tried not to think about him when I discussed the menu with Cook... I tried not to think about him in the garden where I thrice plucked the petals off a daisy to acertain his feelings for Harriet. I don't think we should keep daisies in the garden, they really are a drab little flower. And I tried not to think about him when I went to bed, but something had to be done.
[gets out of bed and replaces a picture of Harriet with a picture of a dog]
Emma: [about Mr. Knightly marrying Harriet] I hope John advises him against it. After all we know nothing about her parents. They could be pirates!
Mrs. Weston: My dear, I like Harriet very much as, I might remind you, do you.
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Mr. Knightley: I rode through the rain! I'd - I'd ride through worse than that if I could just hear your voice telling me that I might, at least, have some chance to win you.
Emma: Has an invitation arrived for a party at the Coles?
Mr. Woodhouse: No, thank Heaven. The Coles are nice people, but we should have to go outside to get there.
Mr. Knightley: Emma, you didn't ask me to contribute a riddle.
Emma: Your entire personality is a riddle, Mr. Knightley. I thought you overqualified.
Miss Bates: It left us speechless, quite speechless I tell you, and we have not stopped talking of it since.
Mr. Knightley: You must be happy that she settled so well.
Emma: Indeed! One matter of joy in this is that I made the match myself. People said Mr. Weston would never marry again, and what a triumph!
Mr. Knightley: Triumph? You made a lucky guess!
Emma: Have you never known the triumph of a lucky guess? Had I not promoted Mr. Weston's visits and given encouragement where encouragement was needed, we might not have had a wedding today.
Mr. Woodhouse: Then please, my dear, encourage no one else. Marriage is so disrupting to one's social circle.
Emma: Was he handsome?
Jane: Many say he is.
Emma: Was he agreeable?
Jane: He was in no way disagreeable.
Emma: Was he a man of information?
Jane: All his statements seem correct.
Mr. Knightley: Marry me. Marry me, my wonderful, darling friend.
Emma: Mr. Knightley, if I have not spoken, it is because I am afraid I will awaken myself from this dream.
Mrs. Elton: I do not profess to be an expert in the field of fashion (though my friends say I have quite the eye) but I can tell you, there is a shocking lack of satin!
Emma Woodhouse: One does not like to generalize about so many people all at once, Mr. Knightley, but you may be sure that men know nothing about their hearts, whether they be six-and-twenty, or six-and-eighty.
Emma: The most incomprehensible thing in the world to a man is a woman who rejects his offer of marriage.
Mr. Knightley: I do not comprehend it because it is madness.
[about Harriet's refusal of Robert Martin's offer of marriage]
Mr. Knightley: I hope you are wrong.
Emma: I could not be. I saw her answer.
Mr. Knightley: Emma
[looking at her suspiciously]
Mr. Knightley: ... you wrote her answer, didn't you?
Emma: If I did, I would have done no wrong. He is not Harriet's equal.
Mr. Knightley: I agree he is not her equal.
Emma: Good.
Mr. Knightley: He is her superior in sense and situation!
Emma Woodhouse: Hmm, you dismiss her beauty and good nature, yet I would be very much mistaken, if your sex in general, does not think those claims the highest a woman could possess!
Emma Woodhouse: Not one in a hundred men have "gentleman" so plainly written across them as Mr. Knightley!
[Emma shoots a badly-aimed arrow]
Mr. Knightley: Try not to kill my dogs.
Mr. Knightley: Vanity working on a weak mind produces every kind of mischief.
Mr. Knightley: Better be without sense than misapply it as you do.
Mr. Knightley: Is it not a brother's job to find fault with his sister?
[Question about a letter proposing marriage]
Miss Smith: Is it a good letter or too short?
Emma Woodhouse: The most beautiful thing in the world is a match well made.
Emma Woodhouse: Thank you for being so thoughtful.
Rev. Elton: No - thank you for thinking I am thoughtful.
Emma Woodhouse: I must throw a party for her. Otherwise everyone will feel at once how much I dislike her.
[Talking about Mrs. Elton]
Emma: She'd never seen him before, and she called him Knightley!
Harriet: I saw her at church. She seemed...
Emma: Vulgar? Base? Conceited? Crass? She actually seemed pleased to discover that Mr. Knightley was a gentleman. I doubt he'll return the compliment and find *her* a lady. She proposed that we form a *musical club*. Is it possible that Mr. Elton met her while doing charitable work in a mental infirmary?
[sighs]
Emma: There is only one thing to do with a person as impossible as she.
Harriet: What?
Emma: I must throw a party for her. Otherwise everyone will feel at once how much I dislike her.
Rev. Elton: Were I not an old married man, I should gladly do the job. But my dancing days are over.
Emma Woodhouse: Now I need not call you Mr. Knightley. I may call you *my* Mr. Knightley.
Emma Woodhouse: How fascinating that any discordancy between us must always arise from *my* being wrong.
Mr. Knightley: Not fascinating, but true.
Frank Churchill: Is your horse just washing his feet or are the darker forces at work here?
Emma Woodhouse: The latter, I'm afraid. Something's happened to the wheel and I cannot move.
Frank Churchill: You'll just have to live here then. Buhbye.
Mr. Woodhouse: Must the church be so drafty, Mr. Elton? It is difficult to surrender one's soul when one is worried about one's throat.
Mrs. Weston: Perhaps some tea and cake would revive you, Mr. Woodhouse.
Mr. Woodhouse: Cake! Surely you're not serving cake at your wedding, Miss Taylor! Far too rich, you put us all at peril! Where is Mr. Perry, the apothecary? I'm sure he will support me!
Mrs. Weston: Ah, he is over there, Mr. Woodhouse, having some cake.
Mr. Woodhouse: What?
Emma Woodhouse: [Seating herself in a carriage] My, this weather...
Rev. Elton: Miss Woodhouse, please! Fate has left us alone for a reason.
Emma Woodhouse: Mr. Elton! Why do you seize my hand!
Rev. Elton: I do not seize your hand so much as the opportunity to tell you that I am hoping, no, fearing; ready to die if you refuse me!
Emma Woodhouse: Good heavens! Go back!
Rev. Elton: Surely my ardent attachment to you, my love and devotion cannot help but have made an impression!
Emma Woodhouse: Mr. Elton! It is I, Miss Woodhouse!
Rev. Elton: Mm hmm.
Emma Woodhouse: The party spirits have confused you! Allow me to deliver your message to Miss Smith, but you must direct no more of it to me.
Rev. Elton: Miss Smith? What sort of message would I want to send to her? Miss Smith?
[In the middle of a heated discussion, Emma tries to change the subject]
Emma Woodhouse: Did I mention we are having a new drain installed?
Mrs. Weston: A suspicion has darted into my head that I cannot get rid of - Mr. Knightley and Jane Fairfax are a couple!
Emma: Mrs. Weston, please do not take to matchmaking, you do it ill!
Mr. Knightley: [about Emma's insult to Miss Bates] Badly done, Emma!
Emma: [worried that Mr. Knightley may be in love with Harriet Smith] Oh dear!
Mr. Knightley: What?
Emma: What? Oh...
[realizing her mistake]
Emma: Oh!
[uneasily]
Emma: Something about the deer we need for the... the... venison stew.
Emma: I do not admire Mr. Knightley as I have so long thought.
[pause]
Emma: I love him. So dearly, so greatly!
Mr. Knightley: Maybe it is our imperfections which make us so perfect for one another.
Rev. Elton: [to Miss Smith] I simply love... celery root.
Mr. Knightley: I can think of nothing less appealing than an evening of watching other people dance. Go on!
[throwing stick for dog to fetch]
Emma: Then you shall have to dance yourself.
Mr. Knightley: I have no taste for it. I'd rather fetch that stick.
Emma: I'll try to remember to bring it to the ball.
Mr. Knightley: [pause] I just want to stay here where it's cozy.
Mr. Knightley: Men of sense, whatever you may say, do not want silly wives!
Emma Woodhouse: I will not know how to behave when I see him.
Mrs. Weston: Let his behavior be your guide
Emma Woodhouse: Oh, but if he seems happy, I will know that he's decided to marry Harriet, and I will not, I know I will not be able to let him tell me. But if he seems sad, I'll know that John has advised him against it. I love John! Or he may seem sad because he fears telling me he will marry my friend. How can John let him do that? I hate John!
Emma: [voiceover] Dear Diary, Today I tried not to think about Mr. Knightly. I tried not to think about him when I discussed the menu with Cook... I tried not to think about him in the garden where I thrice plucked the petals off a daisy to acertain his feelings for Harriet. I don't think we should keep daisies in the garden, they really are a drab little flower. And I tried not to think about him when I went to bed, but something had to be done.
[gets out of bed and replaces a picture of Harriet with a picture of a dog]
Emma: [about Mr. Knightly marrying Harriet] I hope John advises him against it. After all we know nothing about her parents. They could be pirates!
Mrs. Weston: My dear, I like Harriet very much as, I might remind you, do you.
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