Tom Lefroy: Was I deficient in rapture?
Jane Austen: Inconsciousness.
Tom Lefroy: It was... It was accomplished.
Jane Austen: It was ironic.
Jane Austen: You asked me a question. I am ready to give you an answer. But there is one matter to be settled. I cannot make you out, Mr Wisley. At times, you are the most gentlemanlike man I know and yet you would.
Mr. Wisley: "Yet." What a sad word.
Eliza De Feuillide: I never feel more French than when I watch cricket.
Cassandra Austen: You'll lose everything. Family, place. For what? A lifetime of drudgery on a pittance? A child every year and no means to lighten the load? How will you write, Jane?
Jane Austen: I do not know, but happiness is within my grasp and I cannot help myself.
Cassandra Austen: There is no sense in this.
Jane Austen: If you could have your Robert back, even like this, would you do it?
Tom Lefroy: I am yours. Heart and soul, I am yours. Much good that is.
Jane Austen: I will decide that.
Eliza De Feuillide: What trouble we take to make them like us when we like them.
Jane Austen: Tell me about your lady, Mr. Lefroy. From where does she come?
Tom Lefroy: She's from County Wexford.
Jane Austen: Your own country. Excellent. What was it that won her? Your manner, smiles and pleasing address?
Tom Lefroy: You dance with passion.
Jane Austen: No sensible woman would demonstrate passion, if the purpose were to attract a husband.
Tom Lefroy: As opposed to a lover?
Tom Lefroy: A metropolitan mind may be less susceptible to extended juvenile self-regard.
Lady Gresham: My nephew, Miss Austen, condescends far indeed in offering to the daughter of an obscure and impecunious clergyman.
Jane Austen: Impecunious? Your Ladyship is mistaken.
Lady Gresham: I am never mistaken.
Judge Langlois: I find irony is insult with a smiling face.
Judge Langlois: Wild companions, gambling, running around St James' like a neck-or-nothing young blood of the fancy. What kind of lawyer will that make?
Tom Lefroy: Typical.
Rev Austen: Jane should have not the man who offers the best price but the man she wants.
Jane Austen: I have read your book. I have read your book and disapprove.
Tom Lefroy: Of course you do.
Tom Lefroy: If you wish to practice the art of fiction, to be considered the equal of a masculine author, experience is vital.
Tom Lefroy: I would regard it as a mark of extreme favour if you would stoop to honour me with this next dance.
Mrs. Radcliffe: Of what do you wish to write?
Jane Austen: Of the heart.
Mrs. Radcliffe: Do you know it?
Jane Austen: Not all of it.
Tom Lefroy: I depend entirely upon.
Jane Austen: Upon your uncle. And I depend on you. What will you do?
Tom Lefroy: What I must.
Mrs. Radcliffe: To have a wife who has a mind is considered not quite proper. To have a wife with a literary reputation nothing short of scandalous.
Tom Lefroy: Jane, an old friend. Late as ever.
