Miss Bates: Miss Woodhouse, Miss Smith, such news.
Miss Bates: Oh, oh Mother, do you hear? MISS WOODHOUSE HAS INVITED US TO HARTFIELD.
Miss Bates: Mother, you MUST sample the tart.
Mr. Elton: Dearly beloved friends, we gather here, in the sight of God, to join together this man, and this woman, in holy matrimony, an honorable estate, instituted by God, in this time of man's great in-no-cence.
Mr. Woodhouse: In-no-cence? Innocence, no?
Mr. Woodhouse: Emma, you should not make matches, or foretell things. Whatever you say, always comes to pass! You must not make any more.
Emma Woodhouse: I promise to make none for myself, Papa, but I must indeed for other people. 'Tis the greatest amusement in the world, and after such success you know.
