Mr. Darcy: How are you this evening, my dear?

Elizabeth Bennet: Very well. Only, I wish you would not call me "my dear."

Mr. Darcy: Why?

Elizabeth Bennet: Because it's what my father calls my mother whenever he's cross about something.

Mr. Darcy: Well, what endearments am I allowed?

Elizabeth Bennet: Well, let me think..."Lizzy" for everyday, "my pearl" for Sundays, and "Goddess Divine," but only on special occasions.

Mr. Darcy: And what am I to call you when I'm cross? "Mrs. Darcy?"

Elizabeth Bennet: No, you may only call me "Mrs. Darcy" when you are completely, perfectly and incandescently happy.

Mr. Darcy: And how are you this evening... Mrs. Darcy? Mrs. Darcy... Mrs. Darcy... Mrs. Darcy!

[kisses her]

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Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you... I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.

Elizabeth Bennet: I don't understand.

Mr. Darcy: I love you.

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Mr. Darcy: You must know... surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I'd scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.

Mark Darcy: I don't think you're an idiot at all. I mean, there are elements of the ridiculous about you. Your mother's pretty interesting. And you really are an appallingly bad public speaker. And, um, you tend to let whatever's in your head come out of your mouth without much consideration of the consequences... But the thing is, um, what I'm trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, um, in fact, perhaps despite appearances, I like you, very much. Just as you are. (Bridget Jones's Diary, 2001)

Sam: Why do I and everyone I love pick people who treat us like we're nothing?

Charlie: We accept the love we think we deserve.

- The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012)

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someone you never saw,
someone you never knew,
was the only someone for you?"