Netherfield Park is let at last.
Do you not want to know who has taken it?
(Bennet) As you wish to tell me, my dear...
l doubt l have any choice in the matter.
[girl giggling]
Liddy, Kitty, what have l told you about listening at the door?
Never mind that. There's a Mr. Bingley...
arrived from the North. Perchance.
f5,OOO a year. Really?
He's single. He's single.
Who's single? A Mr. Bingley, apparently.
Kitty.
And how can that possibly affect them?
Oh, Mr. Bennet, how can you be so tiresome?
You know he must marry one of them.
(Bennet) So that is his design in settling here.
You must go and visit him at once.
Good heavens. People.
For we may not visit if you do not, as you well know, Mr. Bennet.
Aren't you listening? You never listen.
(Kitty) You must, Papa.
(Mrs. Bennet) At once.
There's no need, l already have.
Have? When?
Oh, Mr. Bennet, how can you tease me so?
Have you no compassion for my poor nerves?
You mistake me, my dear.
l have the highest respect for them.
They've been my constant companions...
these 20 years.
Papa.
ls he amiable? Who?
(ma_y) IShehandSoMe? Who?
He's sure to be handsome.
With f5,OOO a year, it would not matter...
if he had warts and a leer. Who's got warts?
l will give my hearty consent...
to his marrying whichever of the girls he chooses.
So will he come to the ball tomorrow, Papa?
l believe so.
[girls shrieking]
(Kitty) Can l wear your spotted muslin? Oh, please, Jane.
(Jane) No, l need it.
Please, Jane, l'll lend you my green slippers. They were mine.
Oh, were they? Well, then l'll do your mending for a week.
l'll re-trim your new bonnet.
Two weeks. And l'll pay you myself, Jane.
Jane, look at me. Jane. (Jane) But l want to wear it myself.