Elizabeth Bennet: Your abilities as a warrior are beyond reproach, Mr. Darcy. If only you were as good a friend.
Mr. Darcy: A woman must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages. She must be well-trained in the fighting styles of the Kyoto masters, and weapons and tactics of modern Europe.
Parson Collins: The fairest wifely choice is to be right here in this room.
Mr. Bennet: Daughters do not dance well with masticated brains.
Mrs. Bennet: I consider dancing to be the first refinement of polished society. Don't you agree, Mr. Darcy?
Mr. Darcy: No, every savage can dance. Why, I imagine that even zombies can do it to some degree of success.
Lady Catherine de Bourgh: My favorite nephew. You lay unconscious for so long that when we'd heard you'd arisen we feared you'd joined the ranks of the undead.
Parson Collins: I will, of course, require you to retire your warrior skills as part of the marital submission. We absolutely can't have swords in the home.
Parson Collins: I was unaware that zombies possessed such acuity so as to set such traps. Before we know it, they'll be running for Parliament.
Mr. Darcy: A newly infected zombie is almost impossible to detect. Until they've ingested their first human brains, at which point the transformation accelerates with every subsequent kill.
Elizabeth Bennet: To succeed in polite society, a young woman must be many things. Kind... well-read... and accomplished. But to survive in the world as WE know it, you'll need... other qualities.
Elizabeth Bennet: I shall never relinquish my sword for a ring.
Charlotte: For the right man, you would.
Elizabeth Bennet: The right man wouldn't ask me to.
Mrs. Bennet: Do not worry, Mr. Collins, she shall be brought to reason.
Parson Collins: Oh good.
Elizabeth Bennet: No.
Parson Collins: Oh no.
Lady Catherine de Bourgh: You're a very small estate here.
Elizabeth Bennet: And yet we endure it.
Parson Collins: Is there absolutely no negotiation over Jane?
Mrs. Bennet: The early bird catches the worm, Mr. Collins.
Parson Collins: Indeed.
Mr. Bennet: Be mindful of your talent for the delicate compliments, sir.
