Elliot Cowan: Mr Darcy

Lost in Austen

Mr Darcy

Amanda Price: [after Mr. Darcy emerges from the water] I am having a bit of a strange post-modern moment here.
Mr. Darcy: Is that agreeable?
Amanda Price: Oh, yes. Yes.

Mr. Darcy: Amanda. It means 'she who must be loved'.
Amanda Price: You must not. You must not...
Mr. Darcy: Wherefore must I not? Who is to judge us? I have laboured so long in the service of propriety.
Amanda Price: Elizabeth. I am not Elizabeth. The entire world will... hate me.
Mr. Darcy: Were that true, Amanda, I would fight the world! You are the one I love.

Mr. Darcy: [surprised] Miss Price.
Amanda Price: Yes. We should celebrate. You asked me a question and I answered it. And we didn't have an argument about it.
Mr. Darcy: I did not ask you a question. I made an observation, 'Miss Price'. The confirmation of your identity was entirely superfluous. As a result we are now arguing about it. And therefore, you are wrong.
Amanda Price: That's so sweet. You're actually trying to make me laugh.
Mr. Darcy: Yes. It shall not occur again.
Amanda Price: And you're smiling.
Mr. Darcy: No, no. I only smile in private... when nobody is looking.

Mr. Bingley: Darcy regards all forms of sudden locomotion as emblematic of ill-breeding. Hunting, tennis, rising precipitately from a chair...
Mr. Darcy: When Miss Price and I dance, sir, there shall be nothing sudden.
Amanda Price: I can't dance this sort of dance.
Mr. Darcy: Nor I. Together we shall make a shambles. But we shall do it with such authority that everyone will stare at us to learn the step.

Mr. Darcy: I love you. I have followed you to this infernal place because I would follow you anywhere! I would harrow Hell to be with you!

Elizabeth Bennet: Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley? I am your wife.
Mr. Darcy: I do not recall marrying you, Madam. I think I would have noticed if I had.
Elizabeth Bennet: We have been married nearly 200 years.

Michael: What do you mean Darcy? Darcy's some ponce in a book! Some todger-twitching nancy boy!
Mr. Darcy: What is this curious person? Is it some sort of village idiot... or a clown?

Mr. Bingley: [after Amanda sings 'Downtown'] Brava, Miss Price! And whenever life is gettin' me down, I shall be sure to go 'downtown'. Eh, Darcy?
Mr. Darcy: With alacrity.

Mr. Darcy: About Miss Bennet. You lied. Why?
Amanda Price: God, I know you're supposed to be abrupt but that's a bit stark.
Mr. Darcy: I'm always stark with liars.
Amanda Price: [thinking] Elizabeth, what can I say? You're welcome to him. Miserable sod.

Mr. Darcy: Uh, Miss Price? I am decided I was wrong about Charles and Miss Bennet. I should never have obstructed them. It was a shameless cruelty against your blameless friend and... I beg your propitiation for it. Prove to me that I am forgiven? Come to Pemberley? My sister Georgiana has want of company.

Mr. Darcy: [Bursts into room] Ah! Well met, well met! Bingley, Miss Lydia and I have just now returned from the opera...
Mr. Bingley: Darcy.
Mr. Darcy: ...And the problem with the opera of course, is one cannot...
Mr. Bingley: [interrupts] Sir, will you have done? Your subterfuge is well-meaning but it is puerile and demeans us all. There is no opera in Hammersmith. You've just arrived from god-knows-where, that much is plain.

Amanda Price: You wish to speak to me, sir?
Mr. Darcy: I am... concerned.
Amanda Price: I don't understand.
Mr. Darcy: You came to this house knowing you'll be brought to Lady Catherine's. Knowing I would be there, knowing full well the abysmal disregard in which I hold you. Why, when I am, as you insist, so relentlessly unpleasant to you, do you persist in seeking me out?
Amanda Price: But I didn't seek you out. You came to me!
Mr. Darcy: Why?
Amanda Price: I don't know!
Mr. Darcy: You must know. I do not, and my lack of comprehension is tormenting me.
Amanda Price: Mrs Collins needs me. Good night.
[Darcy grabs hold of Amanda, and leans forward as if to kiss her]
Amanda Price: [apprehensively] Are you quite sure this is what you mean to do?

Mr. Darcy: If you wound Bingley you will find my displeasure baleful and entirely unrelenting, for my...
Amanda Price: "Good opinion once lost is lost forever." Yes, I know.

Amanda Price: I try not to judge people I've never met
Mr. Darcy: You are a philosopher, Miss Price. I would I could be like you.
Amanda Price: Certainly you would benefit an occupation of some kind. You have no function, Mr. Darcy. No purpose.
Mr. Darcy: Of course not. What a disgusting idea. That is the raison d'etre of society. We must be seen to be unoccupied.

Georgiana: This lady who's coming to stay... Are you going to marry her?
Mr. Darcy: That's an absolutely outrageous question, Georgiana. And I really should chastise you for it.
Georgiana: You wouldn't dare.
Mr. Darcy: You're right, I wouldn't.

Amanda Price: You're better than this! I know you are because I've had you in my head, Fitzwilliam Darcy, since I was 12 years old. So why are you behaving like such a total git? Jane has no money. So what? Bingley's got stacks! What right have you to trash their love because of an... accident of birth?
Mr. Darcy: There is no accident in birth.
Amanda Price: Do you know what I am so angry?
Mr. Darcy: You were born thus.
Amanda Price: I've been in love with your life for 14 years. Cut my heart out, Darcy. It's your name written on it with Elizabeth's. God Almighty, here you are! One half the greatest love story ever told. You! And do you know what? You don't deserve her.
Mr. Darcy: Is this interview concluded? It is so difficult to tell.
Amanda Price: You are such a disappointment, I can hardly bear to look at you!
Mr. Darcy: A deprivation I shall endure as stoically as I can.
Amanda Price: You're so relentless unpleasant! I just can't get at the real you!
Mr. Darcy: Madam! Behold, Fitzwilliam Darcy. I am what I am. If you find yourself unable to 'get at' an alternative version, I must own to being glad. I despise the intrusions of a woman so singularly dedicated to mendacity, disorder and lewdness. They repel me. You repel me. You are an abomination, Madam. Good afternoon to you.
Amanda Price: [after Darcy leaves] If I dream about him tonight, I shall be really angry! I'm going to dream about him. Well, I hope in my dream you choke. Hateful man!