篇一：傲慢与偏见电影台词
[birdsong]
[# classical piano] [girl] Lydia! Kitty! [woman]
My dear Mr Bennet, have you heard? Netherfield Park is let at last. Do you not want to know who has taken it?. As you wish to tell me, my dear,
I doubt I have any choice in the matter.
Kitty, what have I told you about listening at the door?. There's a Mr Bingley arrived from the North. - Five thousand a year! - Really?. - He's single! - Who's single?.
A Mr Bingley, apparently. Kitty! How can that possibly affect them?. Mr Bennet,
how can you be so tiresome?.
You know he must marry one of them.
That is his design in settling here?. You must go and visit him at once. Good heavens. People.
For we may not visit if you do not, as you well know, Mr Bennet.
- Are you listening?. You never listen.
- You must, Papa! At once! - You have?. - When?.
Oh, Mr Bennet,
how can you tease me so?. Have you no compassion for my poor nerves?.
You mistake me, my dear.
I have the highest respect for them. They've been my constant companions
these twenty years. Papa!
- Is he amiable?. - Who?.
- Is he handsome?. - He's sure to be. With , a year,
it would not matter if he had warts. Who's got warts?. I will consent to
his marrying whichever girl he chooses.
- So will he come to the ball tomorrow?. - I believe so. - Mr Bennet!
- [Kitty] I have to have your muslin! - I'll lend you my green slippers! - They were mine.
- I'll do your mending for a week. - I'll retrim your new bonnet. Two weeks I'll do it for.
It's not the same! It's not the same. I can't breathe. [girl] I think one of my toes just came off.
If every man does not end the evening
in love with you,
then I'm no judge of beauty. - Or men.
- No, they are far too easy to judge. They're not all bad.
Humourless poppycocks, in my limited experience. One day,
someone will catch your eye, and then you'll have to watch your tongue. How good of you to come. Which of the painted peacocks is our Mr Bingley?. He's on the right.
On the left is his sister.
- The person with the quizzical brow?.
- That is his good friend, Mr Darcy. - He looks miserable, poor soul. - He may be, but poor he is not. Tell me. , a year,
and he owns half of Derbyshire. The miserable half. Mr Bennet, you must introduce him to the girls immediately. Smile at Mr Bingley. Smile. Mary.
Mr Bingley, my eldest daughter you know.
Mrs Bennet, Miss Jane Bennet, Elizabeth and Miss Mary Bennet. It is a pleasure. I have two others, but they're already dancing.
I'm delighted to make your acquaintance.
And may I introduce Mr Darcy of Pemberley in Derbyshire. How do you like it here in Hertfordshire?. Very much.
The library at Netherfield, I've heard, is one of the finest.
It fills me with guilt. I'm not a good reader. I prefer being out of doors. Oh, I mean, I can read, of course. And I'm not suggesting you can't read out of doors.
[Jane] I wish I read more, but there seem to be so many other things to do.
[Bingley] That's exactly what I meant.
Mama, Mama! You will never, ever believe
what we're about to tell you.
- The regiment are coming! - Officers?.
They're going to be stationed the whole winter, right here. - Officers?.
for all of Derbyshire,
Iet alone the miserable half. [# jig] Wait!
- I enjoyed that so much, Miss Lucas. love.
- Of a fine, stout love.
But if it is only a vague inclination, one poor sonnet will kill it. So, what do you recommend But no matter.
I doubt we shall ever speak again. [Mrs Bennet] He danced with Miss Lucas.
[Mr Bennet] We were all there, dear. - As far as the eye can see. [Mrs Bennet] Oh, look.
Jane's dancing with Mr Bingley. Mr Bennet.
- Do you dance, Mr Darcy?. - Not if I can help it.
I didn't know you were coming to see me. What's the matter?.
We are a long way from Grosvenor Square,
are we not, Mr Darcy?.
I've never seen so many pretty girls. You were dancing
with the only handsome girl. She is the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld.
- But her sister Elizabeth is agreeable.
- Perfectly tolerable.
Not handsome enough to tempt me. Return
to your partner and enjoy her smiles. [Darcy]
You're wasting your time with me. Count your blessings, Lizzie. If he liked you, you'd have to talk to him. - How well you dance, Mr Bingley. [woman]
I've never enjoyed a dance so much. My daughter Jane
is a splendid dancer, is she not?. She is indeed.
Your friend Miss Lucas
is a most amusing young woman. Oh, yes, I adore her.
- It is a pity she's not more handsome. - Mama!
Oh, but Lizzie
would never admit that she's plain. Of course, it's my Jane who's considered
the beauty of the county. Mama, please!
When she was , a gentleman was so much in love with her,
I was sure he would make her an offer.
However, he did write her some very pretty verses. And that put paid to it.
I wonder who discovered the power to encourage affection?.
Dancing. Even if one's partner is barely tolerable.
[hushed] Mr Bingley is just what a young man ought to be. - Sensible, good-humoured... - Handsome, conveniently rich... Marriage should not be driven by thoughts of money. Only deep love
will persuade me to marry.
- Which is why I'll end up an old maid.
- Do you really believe he liked me?. He danced with you most of the night,
and stared at you the rest. I give you leave to like him. You've liked many stupider. You're a great deal too apt to like people in general. All the world
is good in your eyes.
Not his friend. I still can't believe what he said about you. Mr Darcy?.
It is a shame she's not more handsome.
There's a spinster
in the making and no mistake. The fourth with a Miss King of little standing,
and the fifth again with Jane. If he had any compassion,
he would've sprained his ankle. The way you carry on,
you'd think our girls look forward to a grand inheritance. When you die,
which may be very soon,
they will be left without a roof over their head nor a penny to their name. - Please, it's ten in the morning. - A letter to Miss Bennet, ma'am. From Netherfield Hall.
- Praise the Lord. We are saved! - [laughter]
[Mrs Bennet] Make haste, Jane, make haste. Oh, happy day! It is from Caroline Bingley.
She has invited me to dine with her. - Her brother will be dining out.
- Let me see.
[Caroline] Good Lord, did you walk - Mr Bingley. [Bingley]
- It is too far to walk.
- This is unaccountable of him. Mama, the carriage for Jane?.
Certainly not. She'll go on horseback.
[Lizzie & Jane] Horseback! [thunder] Lizzie.
Now she'll have to stay the night, exactly as I predicted. Good grief, woman,
your skills in the art of matchmaking are positively occult.
Though I don't think, Mama,
you can take credit for making it rain.
"My friends will not hear of me returning home until I am better. Excepting a sore throat, a fever and a headache, nothing is wrong with me."
If Jane does die it will be a comfort to know it was in pursuit of Mr Bingley.
People do not die of colds.
[Lizzie] But she may perish with the shame of having such a mother. I must go to Netherfield at once. Lady Bathurst is redecorating her ballroom in the French style. here?. I did.
- I'm so sorry. How is my sister?. - She's upstairs. Thank you.
[Caroline] My goodness, did you see her hem?. Six inches deep in mud.
She looked positively mediaeval. I feel such a terrible imposition. They're being so kind to me.
I don't know who is more pleased at your
being here, Mama or Mr Bingley. Thank you for tending to my sister so diligently. She's in far better comfort than at home. It's a pleasure.
I mean, it's not a pleasure that she's ill. Of course not. It's a pleasure that she's here, being ill. [Mr Bennet]
Not going to be famous, our pig. Black on the back, but not related to the learned pig of Norwich. - Now that pig is... - Mr Bennet.
It's all going to plan.
He doesn't mind
that she hasn't a penny. He has more than enough for the two of them.
- How will we meet them?. - Easy!
Wait for me!
[Lydia] You drop something. They pick it up. And then you're introduced. Officers!
[# military march] [Caroline]
You write uncommonly fast, Mr Darcy.
You're mistaken. I write slowly.
How many letters you must have occasion
to write, Mr Darcy. Letters of business.
How odious I should think them. It is fortunate, then,
they fall to me and not you. Tell your sister I long to see her. - I've already told her once. - I do dote on her. I was quite in raptures
at her beautiful design for a table. Perhaps you will give me leave to defer your raptures. You young ladies are so accomplished.
- What do you mean?.
- You paint tables, play the piano and embroider cushions. I never heard of a lady,
but people say she's accomplished. [Darcy]
The word is applied too liberally. I do not know more than half a dozen women
- that are truly accomplished. - [Caroline] Nor l.
Goodness, you must comprehend a great deal in the idea. - I do.
- Absolutely.
She must have a knowledge of music,
singing, drawing, dancing and the modern languages to deserve the word. And something in her air and manner of walking.
And she must improve her mind by extensive reading.
I'm no longer surprised at your knowing
only six accomplished women. - I wonder at you knowing any.
sex?.
I never saw such a woman. She would
certainly be a fearsome thing to behold.
- We could laugh at him.
- No. Mr Darcy is not to be teased. Are you too proud, Mr Darcy?. And would
you consider pride a fault or a is a little less varied than in town. Less varied?. Not at all.
We dine with four and families of all shapes and sizes.
Sir William Lucas, for instance, - There she is.
- I don't know how to thank you. You're welcome any time you feel the least bit poorly.
Thank you for your stimulating [Caroline] Miss Elizabeth,
let us take a turn about the room. It's refreshing, is it not,
after sitting so long in one attitude?. It is a small kind of accomplishment, I suppose.
Will you not join us, Mr Darcy?. You can only have two motives, and I would interfere with either. What can he mean?.
The surest way to disappoint him would be to ask him nothing. Do tell us, Mr Darcy. Either you are
in each other's confidence and you have
secret affairs to discuss, or you are conscious that your figures appear to the greatest advantage by walking. If the first,
I should get in your way. If the second,
I can admire you much better from here.
How shall we punish him virtue?.
- I couldn't say.
- We're trying to find a fault in you. I find it hard to forgive
the follies and vices of others, or their offences against me. My good opinion,
once lost, is lost forever. Oh, dear.
I cannot tease you about that. What a shame,
for I dearly love to laugh.
[Caroline] A family trait, I think. A Mrs Bennet, a Miss Bennet,
a Miss Bennet and a Miss Bennet, sir.
Are we to receive every Bennet in the country?.
What an excellent room you have, sir.
Such expensive furnishings. [Mrs Bennet] I do hope
you intend to stay here, Mr Bingley. Absolutely, I find the country
very diverting. Don't you agree, Darcy?.
I find it perfectly adequate. is a very agreeable man.
And a good deal less self-important than some people half his rank. [Lydia] Mr Bingley,
is it true you will hold a ball here?. A ball?.
It would be an excellent way to meet new
friends. You could invite the militia. - Oh, do hold a ball! - Kitty!
When your sister recovers, you shall name the day.
I think a ball is an irrational way to gain new acquaintance.
It would be better if conversation, not dancing, were the order of the day.
Indeed, much more rational, but rather less like a ball. Thank you, Mary.
What a fine imposing place to be sure,
is it not, my dears?. There's no house
to equal it in the county. - Mr Darcy. company.
Most instructive.
Not at all. The pleasure is all mine. - Mr Darcy.
- Miss Elizabeth.
And then there was one
with great long lashes, like a cow. Ask Mrs Hill
to order us a sirloin, Betsy. Just the one, mind.
We're not made of money. [Mary practises scales] I hope, my dear,
you've ordered a good dinner today. I've reason to expect
an addition to our family party. [Lizzie] His name's Mr Collins, the dreaded cousin.
- [Charlotte] Who is to inherit?. - Everything.
Even my piano stool belongs to Mr Collins. When?.
He may turn us out of the house as soon as he pleases.
The estate passes directly to him and not to us poor females.
What a superbly featured room and what excellent potatoes. It's many years since
I've had such an exemplary vegetable.
To which fair cousin should I compliment
the excellence of the cooking?.
We are perfectly able to keep a cook. Excellent.
I'm very pleased
the estate can afford such a living. I'm honoured to have as my patroness
Lady Catherine de Bourgh.
You've heard of her, I presume?. My small rectory abuts her estate, Rosings Park,
and she often condescends
to drive by my humble dwelling in her little phaeton and ponies. Does she have any family?.
One daughter, the heiress of Rosings and very extensive property.
I've often observed to Lady Catherine
that her daughter
seemed born to be a duchess, for she has all the superior graces of elevated rank.
These kind of compliments
are always acceptable to the ladies, particularly bound to pay.
How happy for you, Mr Collins, to possess the talent for flattering with such delicacy.
Do these attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment or are they
the result of previous study?. They arise
from what is passing at the time. And though I do sometimes amuse myself with arranging such little compliments,
I always wish to give them as unstudied an air as possible.
Oh, believe me, no one would suspect
your manners to be rehearsed. [Lydia laughs, coughs] After dinner, I thought
I might read to you for an hour or two.
I have with me Fordyce's Sermons which speak very eloquently on all matters moral.
Are you familiar with Fordyce's Sermons, Miss Bennet?.
Mrs Bennet, I have been bestowed by the
good grace of Lady Catherine de
a parsonage of no mean size. I have become aware of the fact. It is my avowed hope
that soon I may find a mistress for it. And I have to inform you that the eldest Miss Bennet
has captured my special attention. Oh, Mr Collins.
Unfortunately, it is incumbent upon me
to hint that the eldest Miss Bennet is very soon to be engaged. Engaged.
But Miss Lizzie,
next to her in age and beauty,
would make anyone an excellent partner.
Do not you agree?. Mr Collins?. Indeed. Indeed.
A very agreeable alternative. [fiddler plays]
[Lizzie] Mr Collins is a man who makes you despair at the entire sex. - Yours, I believe.
- Oh, Mr Wickham, how perfect you are.
He picked up my handkerchief. Did you drop yours on purpose?. Mr Wickham is a lieutenant. - An enchanted lieutenant. - What are you up to, Liddy?.
- We happened to be looking for - White, for the ball. Shall we all look
for some ribbon together?. - Good afternoon, Mr James. - Miss Lydia, Miss Bennet. I shan't even browse. I can't be trusted.
I have poor taste in ribbons. Only a truly confident man would admit that. No, it's true. And buckles.
When it comes to buckles, I'm lost. - You must be the shame of the regiment.
- The laughing stock.
What do your superiors do with you?.
Ignore me. I'm of next to no importance,
so it's easily done.
- Lizzie, lend me some money. - You already owe me a fortune. - Allow me to oblige.
- No, Mr Wickham, please... I insist.
- [Lizzie] I pity the French. - [wickham] So do l.
- [Jane] Look, Mr Bingley. - [Lydia] Mr Bingley! [Bingley]
I was just on my way to your house.
篇二：电影傲慢与偏见2005 同步台词
1 EXT. LONGBOURN HOUSE - DAY.
FADE UP ON: A YOUNG WOMAN, as she walks through a field of tall, meadow grass. She is reading a novel entitled 'First Impressions'.
This is LIZZIE BENNET, 20, good humoured, attractive, and nobody's fool. She approaches Longbourn, a fairly run down 17th Century house with a small moat around it. Lizzie jumps up onto a wall and crosses the moat by walking a wooden plank duck board, a reckless trick learnt in early childhood. She walks passed the back of the house where, through an open window to the library, we see her mother and father, MR and MRS BENNET.
MRS BENNET: My dear Mr Bennet, have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?
We follow Lizzie into the house, but still overhear her parents' conversation.
MRS BENNET: (cont'd) Do you not want to know who has taken it?
MR BENNET: As you wish to tell me, I doubt I have any choice in the matter.
2 INT. LONGBOURN - CONTINUOUS.
As Lizzie walks through the hallway, we hear the sound of piano scales plodding through the afternoon. She walks down the entrance hall past the room where MARY (18) the bluestocking of the family, is practising, and finds KITTY (16) and LYDIA (15) are listening at the door to the library. Lizzie pokes Lydia.
LIZZIE: Liddy! Kitty - what have I told you about listening at –
LYDIA: Never mind that, there's a Mr Bingley arrived from the North
KITTY: - with more than one chaise
LYDIA: - and five thousand a year!
LIZZIE: Really?
LYDIA: And he's single!
JANE, the eldest and very beautiful if rather naive sister, materializes at Lizzie's elbow.
JANE: Who's single?
LIZZIE: A Mr Bingley, apparently.
KITTY: Shhhh!
She clamps her ear to the door.
LIZZIE: Oh, really Kitty.
Lydia leans in, whilst Jane and Lizzie strain to hear without appearing to.
3 INT. LIBRARY - LONGBOURN - CONTINUOUS.
Mr Bennet is trying to ignore Mrs Bennet.
MRS BENNET: What a fine thing for our girls!
MR BENNET: How can it affect them?
MRS BENNET: My dear Mr Bennet, how can you be so tiresome! You know that he must marry one of them.
MR BENNET: Oh, so that is his design in settling here?
Mr Bennet takes a plant he's been looking at from his table and walks out of the library into the corridor, where the girls are gathered, Mrs Bennet following.
MR BENNET: (cont'd) Good heavens. People.
4 INT. CORRIDOR - LONGBOURN - THE SAME.
He walks through the girls to the drawing room pursued by Mrs Bennet.
MRS BENNET: - So you must go and visit him at once.
5 INT. DRAWING ROOM - LONGBOURN - THE SAME.
Mr Bennet walks to a table and places the plant in the light. Mary is still practising the piano. The girls flock behind him.
LYDIA: Are you listening? You never listen.
KITTY: You must, Papa!
MRS BENNET: At once!
MR BENNET: There is no need, for I already have.
The piano stops. A frozen silence. They all stare.
MRS BENNET: You have?
JANE: When?
MRS BENNET: How can you tease me, Mr Bennet? Have you no compassion for my poor nerves?
MR BENNET: You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for them; they have been my constant companions these twenty years.
MRS BENNET: Is he amiable?
MARY: Who?
KITTY: Is he handsome?
MARY: Who?
LYDIA: He's sure to be handsome.
LIZZIE: (ironically) With five thousand a year, would not matter if he had warts and a leer.
MR BENNET: I will give my hearty consent to his marrying whichever of the girls he chooses. Warts and all. MARY: Who's got warts?
LYDIA: So will he come to the ball tomorrow?
MR BENNET: I believe so.
Lydia and Kitty shriek with excitement and jump up and down.
KITTY: (to Jane) I have to have your spotted muslin, Jane!
LYDIA: No, I need it! It makes Kitty look like a pudding.
KITTY: - Oh please Jane, I'll lend you my green slippers.
They both look onto Jane and pull at her arms. Mr Bennet winks at Lizzie.
6 EXT. LONGBOURN HOUSE - DAY.
A wide shot of the house as we continue to hear the girls argue over what they will wear.
7 INT. ASSEMBLY ROOMS - MERYTON VILLAGE - NIGHT.
The local subscription dance is in full swing, (Dance 1). It's a rough-and-ready, though enthusiastic affair: yeoman farmers, small-time squires with their ruddy-cheeked daughters.
Lydia and Kitty are dancing.
LYDIA: I can't breathe. How am I going to dance all night if I can't breathe?
KITTY: My toes hurt already.
Lizzie and Jane are a little apart from their family. Jane looks breathtaking.
LIZZIE: Well, if every man in this room does not end the evening in love with you then I am no judge of beauty.
JANE: Or men.
LIZZIE: Oh, they are far too easy to judge.
JANE: They are not all bad.
LIZZIE: Humourless poppycocks, in my limited experience.
JANE: One of these days, Lizzie, someone will catch your eye and then you'll have to watch your tongue.She stops speaking and stares. A dazzling group enters the room: George Charles Bingley (25) a good hearted soul but prone to bumbling embarrassment when his enthusiasms get the better of him, his sister Caroline (23) a victim of every latest fashion, counting herself superior to most company she encounters, and finally, Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy (27) dashing, brooding with an introversion which could be misconstrued as hauteur. They are dressed in the highest modes.
The music and dancing stops as the local people turn and stare. The newcomers - creatures from another world - make quite a stir. Darcy surveys the hall. He catches Lizzie's eye. She stares, with a kind of surprised shock. Caroline Bingley turns to Darcy.
CAROLINE: Oh dear, we are a long way from Grosvenor Square, are we not, Mr Darcy?
He does indeed look superior to the assembled company.
SIR WILLIAM LUCAS (53) a hale but unsophisticated member of the self-made gentry, hurries to greet the new arrivals. He leads them down the center of the dance floor towards the best seats in the room, stopping occasionally to introduce them to various parties.
Lizzie's great friend Charlotte Lucas, Sir Williams’ daughter - an intelligent, sensible woman in her late twenties, comes to Lizzie's side.
LIZZIE: So which of the painted peacocks is our Mr Bingley?
CHARLOTTE: He is on the right, and on the left is his sister.
LIZZIE: And the person with the quizzical brow?
CHARLOTTE: That is his good friend, 'Mr Darcy.
LIZZIE: He looks miserable, poor soul.
CHARLOTTE: Miserable he may be, but poor he most certainly is not.
LIZZIE: Tell me.
CHARLOTTE: Ten thousand a year and he owns half of Derbyshire.
LIZZIE: The miserable half?
They share a complicit giggle.
Sir William Lucas arrives with Darcy and the Bingley's to introduce his daughter Charlotte and the Bennet family. Behind them the music and dancing re-start where they left off.
SIR WILLIAM: (to Mr Bingley) My eldest daughter you know, Mrs Bennet, Miss Jane Bennet, Elizabeth and Miss Mary Bennet.
MRS BENNET: It is a pleasure. I have two others but they are already dancing.
Mr Bingley is transfixed by Jane and gazes openly at her.
MR BINGLEY: Delighted to make your acquaintance.
SIR WILLIAM: And may I introduce Mr Darcy. (Significant look) - of Pemberley, in Derbyshire!
A stiff bow from Darcy, Lizzie smiles, Darcy does not.
8 INT. ASSEMBLY ROOMS - MERYTON VILLAGE - NIGHT.
Moments later. Lizzie is standing in a small group with Jane, Bingley, Miss Bingley and Darcy.
JANE: How do you like it here in Hertfordshire, Mr Bingley?
MR BINGLEY: (smiling at Jane shyly) Very much.
LIZZIE: The library at Netherfield, I've heard, is one of the finest in the country.
MR BINGLEY: Yes, it fills me with guilt.
He looks at Jane and a little blush starts around his collar.
BINGLEY: Not a good reader, you see. I prefer being out of doors. I mean, I can read, of course and, and I'm not suggesting you can't read outdoors - of course.
JANE: I wish I read more, but there always seems so many other things to do.
BINGLEY: That's exactly what I meant.
He beams at Jane, gratefully. The first dance ends. Lydia and Kitty rush past in a state of high excitement.LYDIA: Mama! You will never ever ever ever believe what I'm about to tell you!
MR BENNET: You've decided to take the veil?
Lydia ignores him.
MRS BENNET: Tell me quickly, my love
LYDIA: (shrieking) The regiment are coming!
Mrs Bennet shrieks too. Mr Bennet winces.
KITTY: They're to be stationed the whole winter! Stationed in the village, just right there!
Now all three Bennet females shriek and Lydia actually jumps up and down.
LYDIA: Officers! Officers as far as the eye can see!
KITTY: How will we meet them?
LYDIA: It's easy. You just walk up and down in front of them and drop something.
Lydia pantomimes the actions for Kitty.
LYDIA: (cont'd) They pick it up. You say 'Oh thank you sir' and blush prettily and then you're introduced!Couples begin to form for the next dance. Mr Bingley turns to Jane.
MR BINGLEY: May I have the honour?
They leave to dance (Dance 2). Lizzie addresses Darcy as much to distract him from her family as for any other reason.
LIZZIE: Do you dance Mr Darcy?
DARCY: Not if I can help it.
Lizzie, Darcy and Miss Bingley stand in uncompanionable silence.
On the dance floor Mr Bingley is dancing with Jane. His ears are bright pink. Mrs Bennet, with a group of other mothers, watches the young couple with rather too obvious a satisfaction.
MRS BENNET: That dress becomes her does it not. Though of course my Jane needs little help from couturiers.
Lizzie wanders through the throng. She looks at Bingley and Jane dancing - Jane is calm and demure, Bingley clearly smitten.
9 INT. ASSEMBLY ROOMS - MERYTON VILLAGE – NIGHT.
Later. Darcy is joined by an exhilarated Bingley.
MR BINGLEY: Upon my word I've never seen so many pretty girls in my life.
DARCY: You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room.
BINGLEY: Oh, she is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld, but her sister Lizzie is very agreeable.
They have stopped at the edge of the dance floor but have not seen Lizzie and Charlotte who are hiding behind a pillar. Lizzie starts to smile.
DARCY: Perfectly tolerable, I dare say, but not handsome enough to tempt me.
Lizzie stops smiling.
DARCY: (cont'd) You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you are wasting your time with me.
Bingley goes off.
CUT TO: Lizzie and Charlotte.
CHARLOTTE: Count your blessings, Lizzie. If he liked you, you'd have to talk to him.
LIZZIE: Precisely. As it is, I would not dance with him for all of Derbyshire, let alone the miserable half.Charlotte smiles at her friend, but sees nonetheless that she is stung.
10 INT. ASSEMBLY ROOMS - MERYTON VILLAGE - NIGHT.
Later, (Dance 3). Bingley politely dancing with Charlotte. As he does so, he catches sight of Jane dancing with somebody else. A look of pure longing, but he cannot dance every dance with her. Lizzie too is dancing and clocks this.
Lydia and Kitty are exuberantly dancing too, laughing and chatting. Darcy stands watching, a look of infinitely superior boredom on his fine features.
11 INT. ASSEMBLY ROOMS - MERYTON VILLAGE – NIGHT.
Bingley is standing with Jane, Lizzie, Mrs Bennet and Darcy. (Dance 4).
BINGLEY: (to Lizzie) Your friend Miss Lucas is a most amusing young woman.
LIZZIE: Yes! I adore her.
MRS BENNET: It is a pity she is not more handsome.
LIZZIE: Mama!
MRS BENNET: But Lizzie will never admit she is plain. (to Bingley) Of course it is my Jane Who is considered the beauty of the county.
JANE: Oh, Mama, please!
MRS BENNET: When she was only fifteen there was a gentleman so much in love with her that I was sure he would make her an offer. However, he did write her some very pretty verses.
LIZZIE: (impatiently) And that put paid to it. I wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love?
DARCY: I thought that poetry was the food of love.
LIZZIE: Of a fine, stout love it may. But if it is only a vague inclination, I am convinced that one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead.
Darcy looks at Lizzie with a glimmering of interest.
DARCY: So what do you recommend, to encourage affection?
Lizzie turns and looks at Darcy square on.
LIZZIE: Dancing. Even if one’s partner is barely tolerable.
She gives him a dazzling smile. Darcy looks startled. He has no idea she heard him. Now it is his turn to blush.
End on a wide shot of the assembly rooms and the dance continuing.
12 INT. LIZZIE & JANE'S BEDROOM - LONGBOURN - NIGHT.
Lizzie and Jane are both in the same bed under the covers. They are too excited to sleep. Jane puts on an extra pair of socks to keep herself warm.
JANE: Mr Bingley is just what a young man ought to be. Sensible, good humoured -LIZZIE: (completing the list) Handsome, conveniently rich.
JANE: You know perfectly well I do not believe marriage should be driven by thoughts of money.
LIZZIE: I agree entirely, only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which is why I will end up an old maid.
JANE: Do you really believe he liked me, Lizzie?
LIZZIE: Jane, he danced with you most of the night and stared at you for the rest of it. But I give you leave to like him. You've liked many a stupider person.
JANE: Lizzie!
LIZZIE: You're a great deal too apt to like people in general, you know. All the world is good and agreeable in your eyes.
JANE: Not his friend. I still cannot believe what he said about you.
LIZZIE: Mr Darcy? I could more easily forgive his vanity had he not wounded mine. But no matter. I doubt we shall ever speak again.
We move away from the bed and out through the window to take in the starry night sky.
13 INT. DINING ROOM - LONGBOURN - DAY.
Mrs Bennet presides over breakfast with an endless description of the ball. Mary is doing some needle work, w
hilst Lydia, Kitty and Jane blearily eat.
MRS BENNET: ...and then he danced the third with Miss Lucas. Poor thing, it is a shame she is not more handsome. There's a spinster in the making and no mistake. The fourth with a Miss King of little standing. And the fifth again with Jane.
MR BENNET: If he'd had any compassion for me he would have sprained his ankle in the first set.
MRS BENNET: Oh, Mr Bennet! The way you carry on, anybody would think the girls looked forward to a grand inheritance.
Lizzie rolls her eyes at Mr Bennet, they've heard this speech many times before.
MR BENNET: Kitty, be so kind as to pass the butter.
MRS BENNET: As you well know, Mr Bennet, when you die, which may in fact be very soon
MR BENNET: As soon as I can manage it.
MRS BENNET: - our girls will be left without a roof over their head nor a penny to their name.
LIZZIE: Oh Mother, please! It's ten in the morning.
Betsy, the maid, enters the room and interrupts Mrs Bennet's babbling.
BETSY: A letter addressed to Miss Bennet, Ma’am. From Netherfield Hall.
MRS BENNET: Praise the Lord! We are saved.
Mrs Hill gives the letter to Jane.
MRS BENNET: (cont'd) Make haste, Jane, make haste. O happy day!
Mrs Bennet takes Jane's toast from her hand and whips her napkin off.
JANE: It is from Caroline.
Mrs Bennet is stopped in her tracks.
JANE: (cont’d) She has invited me to dine with her. (pause) Her brother will be dining out.
MRS BENNET: Dining out?
JANE: Can I take the carriage?
MRS BENNET: Out where? Let me see that.
She tweaks the letter from Jane's grasp.
JANE: It is too far too walk.
MRS BENNET: Unaccountable of him. Dining out, indeed.
LIZZIE: Mama! The carriage? For Jane?
MRS BENNET: Certainly not. She'll go on horseback.
LIZZIE/JANE: Horseback?
15 SCENE DELETED.
16 SCENE DELETED.
14 EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY.
Jane rides through the countryside. A distant rumble of thunder. She looks up...
17 EXT. GARDEN – DAY.
A louder rumble of thunder. Betsy hastily pulls clothes from a line, it's bucketing down heavily now. Lizzie runs through the garden. She pulls a towel from the washing line as she passes.
18 EXT/INT. HALL/DINING ROOM. LONGBOURN - DAY.
Mr and Mrs Bennet look out at the pouring rain. Lizzie rushes in with the towel and begins drying her hair with it. Through in the kitchen we can see Mr and Mrs Hill.
MRS BENNET: Excellent. Now she will have to stay the night. Exactly as I predicted.
MR BENNET: Good grief, woman. Your matchmaking skills are becoming positively occult.
LIZZIE: Though I don't think, Mama, you can reasonably take credit for making it rain. Let's hope she doesn't catch her death.
19 INT. NETHERFIELD – DAY.
A footman opens the great doors to find Jane standing there soaked. She sneezes.
20 INT. KITCHEN ROOM - LONGBOURN - DAY.
Lizzie reads a letter. Kitty and Lydia are also present.
LIZZIE: "And my kind friends will not hear of me returning home until I am better - but do not be alarmed excepting a sore throat, a fever, and a headache there is nothing wrong with me." I hope you're satisfied, Mother. MR BENNET: Well, my dear, if your daughter does die it will be a comfort to know it was all in pursuit of M
篇三：傲慢与偏见经典部分台词
傲慢与偏见（求婚段）
D：Are you feeling better?
E：I am. Thank you. Will you not sit down?
D：‘In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.In declaring myself thus I'm fully aware that I will be going expressly against the wishes of my family, my friends, and, I hardly need add, my own better judgement. The relative situation of our families makes any alliance between us. This must be regarded as a highly reprehensible connection. As a rational man I cannot but regard it as much myself, but it cannot be helped. Almost from the earliest moments of the very acquaintance, I have come to feel for you... a passionate admiration and regard, which, despite my struggles, has overcome every rational objection. I beg you, most fervently, to relieve my suffering and consent to be my wife.
E：‘In such cases as this, I believe, the established mode is to express a sense of obligation. But I cannot. I have never desired your good opinion, and you have certainly bestowed it most unwillingly. I'm sorry to cause pain to anyone, but it was most unconsciously done, and I hope will be of short duration.
D：And this is all the reply I am to expect? I might wonder why, with so little effort at civility, I am rejected.
E：I might wonder why, with so evident a desire to offend me, you chose to tell me that you love me against your will, against your season, and even against your character! Was this not some excuse for incivility if I was uncivil? I have every reason in the world to think ill of you. Do you think any consideration would tempt me to accept the man who has been the means of ruining the happiness of my most beloved sister? Can you deny that you have done it?
D：I have no wish to deny it. I did everything in my power to separate my friend from your sister and I rejoice in my success. Towards him I have been kinder than towards myself.
E：But it's not merely that on which my dislike of you is founded. Long before, it had taken place my dislike of you was decided when I heard Mr Wickham's story of your dealings with him. How can you defend yourself on that subject?
D：‘You take an interest in that gentleman’s concerns!
E： Who that knows what his misfortunes have been, can help feeling an interest in him?’
D：‘His misfortunes! Yes, his misfortunes have been great indeed.’ E：‘And of your infliction! You have reduced him to his present state of poverty, and yet you can treat his misfortunes with contempt and ridicule!
D：And this is your opinion of me? My faults by this calculation are
heavy indeed. Perhaps these offences might have been overlooked, had not your pride been hurt by the honest confession of the scruples which long prevented my forming serious design on you. Had I concealed my struggles and flattered you. But disguise of every sort is my abhorrence. Nor am I ashamed of the feelings I related. They were natural and just. Did you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your connections? To congratulate myself on the hope of relations whose condition life is so decidedly below my own?
E：You are mistaken, Mr Darcy. The mode of your declaration merely spared my any concern which I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner. You could not have made the offer of your hand in any possible way that would have tempted me to accept it. From the very beginning, your manners impressed me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain for the feelings of others. I had not known you a month before I felt you were the last man in the world whom I could ever marry.’
D：You've said quite enough, madam. I perfectly comprehend your feelings...and now have only to be ashamed of what my own have been. Please forgive me for having taken up your time... and accept my best wishes for your health and happiness.
《傲慢与偏见电影台词》
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