Mr. Darcy: How are you this evening, my dear?
Elizabeth Bennet: Very well... although I wish you would not call me "my dear."
Mr. Darcy: [chuckles] Why?
Elizabeth Bennet: Because it's what my father always calls my mother when he's cross about something.
Mr. Darcy: What endearments am I allowed?
Elizabeth Bennet: Well let me think...”Lizzie" for every day, "My Pearl" for Sundays, and..”Goddess Divine".. but only on *very* special occasions.
Mr. Darcy: And..what should I call you when I am cross? Mrs. Darcy...?
Elizabeth Bennet: No! No. You may only call me "Mrs. Darcy".. when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy.
Mr. Darcy: [he snickers] Then how are you this evening.. Mrs. Darcy?
[kisses her on the forehead]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy..
[kisses her on the right cheek]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy..
[kisses her on the nose]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy..
[kisses her on the left cheek]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy..
[finally kisses her on the mouth]
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.
