No hay película más romántica que esta. Además de que me encantan las personas que logran romper con los paradigmas de la época que les toca vivir. Es gracias a esas personas que las sociedades se van transformando y progresando.
Mr. Darcy: You must know… surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I’d scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.
Mr. Darcy: How are you this evening, my dear?
Elizabeth Bennet: Very well. Only, I wish you would not call me «my dear.»
Mr. Darcy: Why?
Elizabeth Bennet: Because it’s what my father calls my mother whenever he’s cross about something.
Mr. Darcy: Well, what endearments am I allowed?
Elizabeth Bennet: Well, let me think…»Lizzie» for everyday, «my pearl» for Sundays, and «Goddess Divine,» but only on special occasions.
Mr. Darcy: And what am I to call you when I’m cross? «Mrs. Darcy?»
Elizabeth Bennet: No, you may only call me «Mrs. Darcy» when you are completely, perfectly and incandescently happy.
Mr. Darcy: And how are you this evening… Mrs. Darcy? Mrs. Darcy… Mrs. Darcy… Mrs. Darcy!