Sam Riley

"Dear Miss Bennett, I've come to feel for you a most ardent admiration."

"A woman must have a thorough knowledge of singing, dancing, and the art of war."

Mr. Bingley: "Darcy, you must dance."
Mr. Darcy: "You're dancing with the only handsome girl here."
Mr. Bingley: "One of her sisters is also very agreeable."

Mr. Darcy: "Might I play a hand?"
Lady #1: "Of course."
[he takes a seat at their table]
Mr. Darcy: "Good evening."
Lady #1: "So shall we..."
[Darcy places a bottle containing flies on the table]
Lady #2: "A potion?"
Mr. Darcy: "Carrier flies. [He lets the flies out] They're in the possession of but one truly enviable talent. The ability to detect dead flesh."
Lady #2: "The buzzing is frightfully loud."
Mr. Darcy: "Well it's not the buzzing that should concern you, madam, but rather when the buzzing stops."
Lady #2: "Oh, dear."
[Darcy stays calm and drinks from his glass before breaking it, using the broken end to cut the throat of the man identified as zombie]

Mr. Wickham: "The crown's funds are being drained."
Mr. Darcy: "You're here to solicit money."
Mr. Wickham: "I'm here to propose a venture that would end the war forever. These new zombies can be reasoned with. With the proper funding I believe we can cultivate trust and even good will with this new iteration of the undead, who seem to posses an inherent power of the lower ranks of their kind."
Lady Catherine de Bourgh: "Zombie aristocrats."
Parson Collins: "Oh, yeah."
Mr. Wickham: "I prefer to think of them as souls lost in purgatory."
Lady Catherine de Bourgh: "Hmm."
Mr. Wickham: "The common hordes look to them for leadership. It takes just one of them to realize that power and then to lead the hordes into battle."
Lady Catherine de Bourgh: "The undead are like locusts."
Parson Collins: "Locusts."
Lady Catherine de Bourgh: "They go forth and destroy. They have no use for leaders."
Parson Collins: "Oh, uh, except one actually."
Lady Catherine de Bourgh: "Hm?"
Parson Collins: "Oh, well, um, according to the Book of Revelation the antichrist shall lead the undead, uh, on the day that shall be the last day of mankind."
Lady Catherine de Bourgh: "So cheery, Collins."
Parson Collins: "Thank you, Lady Catherine, very generous. Franklin, are there more scones?"

Stevo: "What the fuck is that accent?"
Bernie: "I think it's like Swiss or something."
Stevo: "Austrian."