“Elizabeth, you resemble nothing so much as a hen trying to hatch a book.”

“James - "Are you paying attention or just trying to make me look like an idoit?"Elizabeth - "Oh, I'm definately paying attention. If you look like an idiot it has nothing to do with me.”

“Oh, Elizabeth," he murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on her mouth, "I love you so much. You must believe me.""I believe you," she said softly, "because in your eyes, I see what I feel in my heart.”

“Love is blind,” Harriet quipped.“But not illiterate,” Elizabeth retorted.”

“Sometimes Hen...I think I would give my life just for one of your smiles.”

“No one knows as well as I how much nonsense is printed in books.”

“A misunderstanding?" Elizabeth echoed. "With an anvil?""Oh, stop," Harriet admonished her. "I think he looks very dashing.""As if he dashed into an anvil.”