ELIZABETH: Do you dance Mr Darcy? *hint hint* I really do love dancing *Hint Hint* And would you look at that, we are in a dancing hall! *HINT HINT*

DARCY: *Hint rolls off him like water on duck* I don’t dance.

BINGLEY: Hey, her sister is quite hot too. I hear she was once forced into piracy with a hot elf.

DARCY: I won’t be fed leftovers from Johnny Depp.

MR COLLINS: Oh my god, that man is the nephew of my beloved Lady Catherine! I must go say hi!

ELIZABETH: No! MR COLLINS! According to late 18th century etiquette you could only say when introduced by a social superior, in the 3rd week of the 5th moon, after you have sacrificed 10 goats to the priestess of mumu!