Edmund Bertram: There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time.
Susan Price: So, this Henry Crawford, what's he like?
Fanny Price: A rake. I think.
Susan Price: Oh, yes, please.
Fanny Price: They amuse more in literature than they do in life.
Susan Price: Yes, but they amuse.
Fanny Price: Well, Lady Bertram is always suffering near-fatal fatigue.
Susan Price: From what?
Fanny Price: Usually from embroidering something of little use and no beauty... not to mention a healthy dose of opium every day.
Susan Price: Your tongue is sharper than a guillotine, Fanny.
Fanny Price: The effect of education, I suppose.
Edmund Bertram: Fanny, you really must begin to harden yourself to the idea of... being worth looking at.
Mary Crawford: Gentlemen, please. Fanny Price is as fearful of praise and notice as other women are of neglect.
Edmund Bertram: Is there anything to be done?
Dr. Winthrop: Wait.
Edmund Bertram: Wait?
Dr. Winthrop: Yes. Time can do almost anything.
Fanny Price: Run mad as often as you choose but do not faint.
Mary Crawford: But what I am keen to know is which gentleman among you am I to have the pleasure of making love to?
Edmund Bertram: Fanny, I've loved you my whole life.
Fanny Price: I know, Edmund.
Edmund Bertram: No... I've loved you as a man loves a woman. As a hero loves a heroine. As I have never loved anyone.
Fanny Price: Life seems nothing more than a quick succession of busy nothings.
Henry Crawford: What? A compliment? Heavens rejoice, she complimented me.
Fanny Price: I complimented your dancing, Mr. Crawford, keep your wig on.
Mary Crawford: This is 1806 for Heaven's sake.
Edmund Bertram: Surely you and I are beyond speaking when words are not enough.
Young Susan: Think up lots of stories for me and eat hundreds of tarts.
