Emma (1996)

Frank Churchill: Is your horse just washing his feet or are the darker forces at work here?
Emma Woodhouse: The latter, I'm afraid. Something's happened to the wheel and I cannot move.
Frank Churchill: You'll just have to live here then. Buhbye.

Mrs. Weston: A suspicion has darted into my head that I cannot get rid of - Mr. Knightley and Jane Fairfax are a couple.
Emma Woodhouse: Mrs. Weston, please do not take to matchmaking, you do it ill.

Emma Woodhouse: Thank you for being so thoughtful.
Rev. Elton: No - thank you for thinking I am thoughtful.

Emma: I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control.

Emma Woodhouse: Has an invitation arrived for a party at the Coles?
Mr. Woodhouse: No, thank Heaven. The Coles are nice people, but we should have to go outside to get there.

Mr. Knightley: Maybe it is our imperfections which make us so perfect for one another.

Rev. Elton: Were I not an old married man, I should gladly do the job. But my dancing days are over.

Emma Woodhouse: I will not know how to behave when I see him.
Mrs. Weston: Let his behavior be your guide.
Emma Woodhouse: Oh, but if he seems happy, I will know that he's decided to marry Harriet, and I will not, I know I will not be able to let him tell me. But if he seems sad, I'll know that John has advised him against it. I love John! Or he may seem sad because he fears telling me he will marry my friend. How can John let him do that? I hate John.

Emma Woodhouse: Was he handsome?
Jane Fairfax: Many say he is.
Emma Woodhouse: Was he agreeable?
Jane Fairfax: He was in no way disagreeable.
Emma Woodhouse: Was he a man of information?
Jane Fairfax: All his statements seem correct.

Mr. Knightley: Emma, you didn't ask me to contribute a riddle.
Emma Woodhouse: Your entire personality is a riddle, Mr. Knightley. I thought you overqualified.

Emma Woodhouse: Now I need not call you Mr. Knightley. I may call you my Mr. Knightley.

Emma Woodhouse: The most beautiful thing in the world is a match well made.

Emma Woodhouse: How fascinating that any discordancy between us must always arise from my being wrong.
Mr. Knightley: Not fascinating, but true.

Emma Woodhouse: One does not like to generalize about so many people all at once, Mr. Knightley, but you may be sure that men know nothing about their hearts, whether they be six-and-twenty, or six-and-eighty.

Mr. Knightley: Marry me. Marry me, my wonderful, darling friend.

Mr. Knightley: Is it not a brother's job to find fault with his sister?

Mr. Knightley: The truest friend does not doubt... but hope.

Mrs. Elton: I do not profess to be an expert in the field of fashion (though my friends say I have quite the eye) but I can tell you, there is a shocking lack of satin.

Mr. Knightley: I rode through the rain! I'd - I'd ride through worse than that if I could just hear your voice telling me that I might, at least, have some chance to win you.

Miss Bates: Mr. Elton, your sermon on Daniel in the lions' den was so inspiring, so powerful in all its particulars. It left us speechless, quite speechless, I tell you. And we have not stopped talking of it since.