“She remembered the lead ammunition in her pocket and offered it to him. "Your balls, Mr. Darcy?" He reached out and closed her hand around them, and offered, "They belong to you, Miss Bennet.”

“Elizabeth andDarcy merely looked at one another in awkward silence, until the latter reached both arms aroundher. She was frozen-"What does he mean to do?" she thought. But his intentions wererespectable, for Darcy merely meant to retrieve his Brown Bess, which Elizabeth had affixed toher back during her walk. She remembered the lead ammunition in her pocket and offered it tohim. "Your balls, Mr. Darcy?" He reached out and closed her hand around them, and offered,"They belong to you, Miss Bennet." Upon this, their colour changed, and they were forced to lookaway from one another, lest they laugh.”

“Elizabeth: "Your balls, Mr. Darcy?"Darcy: "They belong to you, Miss Bennett.”

“I should like balls infinitely better," she replied, "if they were carried on in a different manner.""You should like balls infinitely better," said Darcy, "if you knew the first thing about them.”

“Your quarrel is with God. I merely wish to offer Him the opportunity to judge you.”

“He begged to know to which of his fair cousins the excellency of its cookery was owing. Briefly forgetting her manners, Mary grabbed her fork and leapt from her chair onto the table. Lydia, who was seated nearest her, grabbed her ankle before she could dive at Mr. Collins and, presumably, stab him about the head and neck for such an insult.”

“A few of the guests, who had the misfortune of being too near the windows, were seized and feasted on at once. When Elizabeth stood, she saw Mrs. Long struggle to free herself as two female dreadfuls bit into her head, cracking her skull like a walnut, and sending a shower of dark blood spouting as high as the chandeliers.As guests fled in every direction, Mr. Bennet's voice cut through the commotion. "Girls! Pentagram of Death!"Elizabeth immediately joined her four sisters, Jane, Mary, Catherine, and Lydia in the center of the dance floor. Each girl produced a dagger from her ankle and stood at the tip of an imaginary five-pointed star. From the center of the room, they began stepping outward in unison - each thrusting a razor-sharp dagger with one hand, the other hand modestly tucked into the small of her back.”