:29:17
Mr Collins is a man who
makes you despair at the entire sex.
:29:21
- Yours, I believe.
- Oh, Mr Wickham, how perfect you are.
:29:25
He picked up my handkerchief.
Did you drop yours on purpose?
:29:28
Mr Wickham is a lieutenant.
:29:30
- An enchanted lieutenant.
- What are you up to, Liddy?
:29:33
- We happened to be looking for ribbon.
- White, for the ball.
:29:36
Shall we all look
for some ribbon together?
:29:41
- Good afternoon, Mr James.
- Miss Lydia, Miss Bennet.
:29:45
I shan't even browse.
:29:46
I can't be trusted.
I have poor taste in ribbons.
:29:49
Only a truly confident man
would admit that.
:29:52
No, it's true.
:29:53
And buckles.
When it comes to buckles, I'm lost.
:29:57
- You must be the shame of the regiment.
- The laughing stock.
:30:00
What do your superiors do with you?
:30:04
Ignore me. I'm of next to no importance,
so it's easily done.
:30:10
- Lizzie, lend me some money.
- You already owe me a fortune.
:30:14
- Allow me to oblige.
- No, Mr Wickham, please...
:30:22
I insist.
:30:27
- I pity the French.
- So do I.
:30:31
- Look, Mr Bingley.
- Mr Bingley!
:30:33
I was just on my way to your house.
:30:36
How do you like
my ribbons for your ball?
:30:39
- Very beautiful.
- She is. Look, she's blooming.
:30:42
Oh, Lydia.
:30:44
Be sure to invite Mr Wickham.
He is a credit to his profession.
:30:48
You can't invite people
to other people's balls.
:30:51
Of course, you must come, Mr Wickham.
:30:54
If you'll excuse me,
ladies, enjoy the day.