I’m feeling an Emma quotathon coming up in honour of Vday.
Mr. Knightley: You must be happy that she settled so well.
Emma Woodhouse: Indeed! One matter of joy in this is that I made the match myself. People said Mr. Weston would never marry again, and what a triumph!
Mr. Knightley: Triumph? You made a lucky guess!
Emma Woodhouse: Have you never known the triumph of a lucky guess? Had I not promoted Mr. Weston’s visits and given encouragement where encouragement was needed, we might not have had a wedding today.
Mr. Woodhouse: Then please, my dear, encourage no one else. Marriage is so disrupting to one’s social circle.
Emma Woodhouse: [Seating herself in a carriage] My, this weather…
Rev. Elton: Miss Woodhouse, please! Fate has left us alone for a reason.
Emma Woodhouse: Mr. Elton! Why do you seize my hand!
Rev. Elton: I do not seize your hand so much as the opportunity to tell you that I am hoping, no, fearing; ready to die if you refuse me!
Emma Woodhouse: Good heavens! Go back!
Rev. Elton: Surely my ardent attachment to you, my love and devotion cannot help but have made an impression!
Emma Woodhouse: Mr. Elton! It is I, Miss Woodhouse!
Rev. Elton: Mm hmm.
Emma Woodhouse: The party spirits have confused you! Allow me to deliver your message to Miss Smith, but you must direct no more of it to me.
Rev. Elton: Miss Smith? What sort of message would I want to send to her? Miss Smith?
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!
Emma: The most incomprehensible thing in the world to a man is a woman who rejects his offer of marriage.
Mr. Knightley: I do not comprehend it because it is madness.
[about Harriet’s refusal of Robert Martin’s offer of marriage]
Mr. Knightley: I hope you are wrong.
Emma: I could not be. I saw her answer.
Mr. Knightley: Emma
[looking at her suspiciously]
Mr. Knightley: … you wrote her answer, didn’t you?
Emma: If I did, I would have done no wrong. He is not Harriet’s equal.
Mr. Knightley: I agree he is not her equal.
Mr. Knightley: He is her superior in sense and situation!
[Talking about Mrs. Elton]
Emma: She’d never seen him before, and she called him Knightley!
Harriet: I saw her at church. She seemed…
Emma: Vulgar? Base? Conceited? Crass? She actually seemed pleased to discover that Mr. Knightley was a gentleman. I doubt he’ll return the compliment and find *her* a lady. She proposed that we form a *musical club*. Is it possible that Mr. Elton met her while doing charitable work in a mental infirmary?
Emma: There is only one thing to do with a person as impossible as she.
Emma: I must throw a party for her. Otherwise everyone will feel at once how much I dislike her.
Mr. Knightley: I can think of nothing less appealing than an evening of watching other people dance. Go on!
[throwing stick for dog to fetch]
Emma Woodhouse: Then you shall have to dance yourself.
Mr. Knightley: I have no taste for it. I’d rather fetch that stick.
Emma Woodhouse: I’ll try to remember to bring it to the ball.
Mr. Knightley: [pause] I just want to stay here where it’s cozy.