Lizzie: Hey everyone. Yep, we are still at Netherfield.
And this is getting ridiculous.
Now I understand that when your house is being remodeled
it takes time, and you have to be patient.
And I fully understand that while your house is being
worked on, it is dangerous to be living there.
But there comes a time when you are living under
the same roof as someone that you just completely hate
and it...enough is enough.
My name is Lizzie Bennet, and I really, really,
really want to go home.
"Lizzie, Come Home" Written by Bernie Su
Okay. Let's talk about a few things.
First off, I will admit that despite the fact
that we've been here a month
I've enjoyed it more than I thought I would.
And, just to be clear, enjoying it more than
I thought I would is way different than enjoying it.
Bing has been super nice and Caroline has
been such a pleasant surprise and-- uh,
let's just end it there. But seriously,
I'm sure that we're overstaying our welcome.
Darcy seems to get more stuck up by the day.
Yes, apparently, that is possible.
And Caroline, well, I sense that she's just
putting on a good face. I'm sorry, I know
you're watching and that you'd never
admit it to me, but I'm sure you want your
house back. And despite all of this,
my mother still has the gall to insist
that we continue to stay here. And yes,
I'm fully aware that she's manipulating
this entire situation.
Lizzie: Now Lizzie, you and Jane
just keep your pretty single selves
over there for as long as possible.
Especially Jane.
But we want to come home.
You can come home Lizzie as
soon as the house is finished.
But what about Jane?
Jane can come home whenever she wants.
But not until she has a shiny new rock on her finger.
At least she's doing it out of love.
And some desperation. But really, love.
(knocking)
Bing: Hey Lizzie? Oh you're shooting again.
I can come back.
Lizzie: No no it's fine, I'll edit this out. What's up?
Bing: Well, it's about Jane.
Lizzie: She'll probably be back any minute.
Bing: I know. But I wanted to ask you something.
Do you think she's been acting a little weird lately?
Lizzie: How so?
Bing: Well, I got her these flowers yesterday
and she didn't say anything. I mean, not that
I'm the type of guy who needs all kinds of
thanks for flowers or anything.
Lizzie: Those were really nice.
Bing: Thanks. I mean, did she like them?
Lizzie: Yeah, she did.
Oh seriously, she loved them.
Bing: Great. Well, I mean, I was-- she seemed apathetic.
Lizzie: No. I know what it is. Um, I think that Jane
just misses home.
Bing: Oh no- does she not like it here?
Lizzie: No, oh, that's not it at all. She
loves it here. It's just that, you know,
we miss our beds. It's nothing personal.
Bing: Oh okay. I understand.
Lizzie: You and Caroline have been amazing hosts,
saviors in our time of need.
Bing: It's been our pleasure, Lizzie.
Obviously I like having the both of you around.
I mean, you know Jane, more so than you.
I mean-- that sounded weird.
Lizzie: No, it's fine. If I were you I'd prefer
Jane too. No, still sounds weird.
Bing: Well, thank you, Lizzie. And you two
are more than welcome to stay for
as long as you like.
Lizzie: Just don't let my mother hear you say that.
Bing: What was that?
Lizzie: I really appreciate that.
Okay, that wasn't so bad.
Bing is a really awesome guy, and
despite my mother's blatant match-making
manipulations, Bing and Jane do seem
crazily perfect for each other. Like two peas in
a pod. Soulmates. One mind! Who knows
what crazy thing will happen with them next.
Jane: Hey Lizzie! You're never going to
believe what just happened.
Lizzie: No way.
Jane: Wow. Are you okay?
Lizzie: No. This place is driving me crazy,
it's messing with my mind.
I miss our home.
Jane: Actually I was just there.
Lizzie: In my mind?
Jane: No, home.
Lizzie: Oh. Home. How does it look?
Jane: Actually it looks fine.
Lizzie: Fine? What do you mean fine?
Jane: What I mean is I just saw the contractor
who was doing his last inspections and
he says that it's been livable for a week.
Lizzie: What? Seriously?
Jane: Yeah. Apparently he thought we were
on vacation or something, but he says
we can move home whenever we want.
Lizzie: Unbelievable.
Jane: Whoa. What are you doing?
Lizzie: Packing. We're going home.
You okay with that?
Jane: What about Mom, Dad, Lydia?
Shouldn't we tell them?
Lizzie: Yeah. We'll call them from the house.
Now go pack.
Jane: Okay.
Transcribed by Brittney Silk, Edited by Taylor Brogan