Mark Darcy: Happy birthday dear what's-his-name...
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Mark Darcy: Happy birthday dear what's-his-name...
Bridget: Perhaps this is the mysterious Mr. Right I have been waiting my whole life to meet. Bridget: Maybe not.
我不願意把自己的將來，放在一個對未來仍不確定的人身上。
Mark Darcy: Happy birthday dear what's-his-name...
Mark Darcy: I realize that when I met you at the turkey curry buffet, I was unforgivably rude, and wearing a reindeer jumper.
Bridget: Look, are you and Cosmo in on this together? Because every time I see you, you seem to go out of your way to make me feel like a *complete* idiot. And you really needn't bother: I already feel like an idiot most of the time anyway - with or without the fireman's pole.
Bridget: This is an occasion for genuinely tiny knickers.
Tom: FIGHT. Come on then, it's a real fight.
Daniel Cleaver: If you have to travel alone, travel in style.
Lara: I thought you said she was thin.
Daniel Cleaver: My, what a gripping life you do lead.
Bridget: Now, I'll go home and... de-bunny.
Pam Jones: Frankly darling, if I had the chance again I wouldn't have had children.
Bridget: Bridget Jones, wanton sex goddess, with a very bad man between her thighs... Mum... Hi.
Mark Darcy: Happy birthday dear what's-his-name...
Bridget: Bridget Jones, wanton sex goddess, with a very bad man between her thighs... Dad... Hi.
Tom: FIGHT. Come on then, it's a real fight.
Lara: I thought you said she was thin.
Daniel Cleaver: My, what a gripping life you do lead.
Pam Jones: Frankly darling, if I had the chance again I wouldn't have had children.
Mark Darcy: I don't think you're an idiot at all. I mean, there are elements of the ridiculous about you. Your mother's pretty interesting. And you really are an appallingly bad public speaker. And, um, you tend to let whatever's in your head come out of your mouth without much consideration of the consequences. I realize when I met you at the Turkey Curry Buffet that I was unforgivably rude and wearing a reindeer jumper that my mother had given me the day before. But the thing is, um... what I'm trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, um, in fact... perhaps despite appearances, I like you. Very much. Bridget: Apart from the smoking and the drinking and the vulgar mother... and the verbal diarrhea... Mark Darcy: No, I like you very much. Just as you are.
Bridget: I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. Well, I meant it, but I was so stupid that I didn't mean what I meant... After all, it's only a diary. Everyone knows diaries are just... full of crap. Mark Darcy: Yes, I know that. I was just buying you a new one.
Mark Darcy: Bridget! Bridget: Mark... What are you doing here? Mark Darcy: I was just wondering if you were available for Bar Mitzvahs and Christenings in addition to Ruby Weddings. Bridget: I thought you were in America. Mark Darcy: Well I was... but I realized I had forgotten something here. Bridget: Which was...? Mark Darcy: Well, I realized that I had forgotten to... kiss you goodbye, do you mind? Bridget: Umm... not really, no. So... does this mean you're *not* going to America? Mark Darcy: No... not. Bridget: Does this mean you're staying here? Mark Darcy: It would seem so... Mark Darcy: Friends of yours? Bridget: Oh, haha... never seen them before in my life.
Daniel Cleaver: Come on Bridget, we belong together - you, me, poor little skirt. If I can't make it with you then I can't make it with anyone. Bridget: That's not a good enough offer for me.
Mark Darcy: I like you, very much. Bridget: Ah, apart from the smoking and the drinking, the vulgar mother and... ah, the verbal diarrhea. Mark Darcy: No, I like you very much. Just as you are.
Bridget: I owe you an apology about Daniel. He said you ran off with his fiancée and left him brokenhearted. Mark Darcy: No, it was the other way around. My wife. My heart.
Daniel Cleaver: Now these are very silly little boots, Jones. And this is a very silly little dress. And, um, these are, fuck me, absolutely enormous panties. Bridget: Jesus. Fuck. Daniel Cleaver: No, no. Don't apologize. I like them. Hello, Mummy. Daniel Cleaver: I'm sorry, I have to have another look. They're too good to be true. Bridget: No... Daniel Cleaver: They're nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm wearing something similar myself.
Mark Darcy: All right Cleaver, outside. Daniel Cleaver: I'm sorry? Outside? Should I bring my dueling pistols or my sword?
Bridget: Are you staying at your parents for New Years? Mark Darcy: Yes. You? Bridget: Ah, no. Was at a party in London last night, I'm afraid I'm a bit hungover. Bridget: Wish I could be home with my head in a toilet like all normal people... Bridget: ...ah! New Year's Resolution: drink less... and quit smoking... and quit talking total nonsense to strangers... actually, quit talking, full stop. Mark Darcy: Yes. Well. Perhaps it's time to eat.
Bridget: Daniel, what you just did is actually illegal in several countries. Daniel Cleaver: That is one of the reasons that I'm so thrilled to be living in Britain today.
Bridget: Apparently, I used to run round naked in his paddling pool. Daniel Cleaver: I bet you did, you dirty bitch.
Bridget: What are we going to do about this dinner, then? Mark: We have blue soup to start, orange pudding to end, and, well, for a main course you have, uh, congealed green gunge.
Daniel Cleaver: First, have some more wine, and then tell me the story about practicing French kissing with the art girls at school, because it's a very good story. Bridget: It wasn't French kissing. Daniel Cleaver: Don't care, make it up. That's an order, Jones.
Bridget: So what do you think of the situation in Chechnya? Daniel Cleaver: I couldn't give a fuck, Jones.
Bridget: Where the fuck's the fucking tuna? Bridget: This is Bridget Jones, with Sit Up Britain, searching for tuna.
Tom: Whose side are we on? Shazzer: Mark's, of course. He never dumped Bridget for some naked American. Bridget: But he did shag Daniel's fiancée and left him broken-hearted. Tom: You're right, it's a tough one to call.
Natasha: So how autobiographical is your work, Salman? Salman Rushdie: You know, its an amazing thing, nobody has ever asked me that question.
Mark Darcy: I don't think you're an idiot at all. I mean, there are elements of the ridiculous about you. Your mother's pretty interesting. And you really are an appallingly bad public speaker. And, um, you tend to let whatever's in your head come out of your mouth without much consideration of the consequences. I realize when I met you at the turkey curry buffet that I was unforgivably rude and wearing a reindeer jumper that my mother had given me the day before. But the thing is, um... what I'm trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, um, in fact... perhaps despite appearances, I like you. Very much. Bridget: Apart from the smoking and the drinking and the vulgar mother... and the verbal diarrhoea... Mark Darcy: No, I like you very much. Just as you are.
Mark Darcy: Bridget! Bridget: Mark... What are you doing here? Mark Darcy: I was just wondering if you were available for bar mitzvahs and Christenings in addition to ruby weddings. Bridget: I thought you were in America. Mark Darcy: Well I was... but I realised I had forgotten something here. Bridget: Which was...? Mark Darcy: Well, I realised that I had forgotten to... kiss you goodbye. Do you mind? Bridget: Umm... not really, no. So... does this mean you're *not* going to America? Mark Darcy: No... not. Bridget: Does this mean you're staying here? Mark Darcy: It would seem so... Mark Darcy: Friends of yours? Bridget: Oh, haha... never seen them before in my life.
Mark Darcy: I like you, very much. Bridget: Ah, apart from the smoking and the drinking, the vulgar mother and... ah, the verbal diarrhoea. Mark Darcy: No, I like you very much. Just as you are.
Daniel Cleaver: Now these are very silly little boots, Jones. And this is a very silly little dress. And, um, these are, fuck me, absolutely enormous panties. Bridget: Jesus. Fuck. Daniel Cleaver: No, no. Don't apologise. I like them. Hello, Mummy. Daniel Cleaver: I'm sorry, I have to have another look. They're too good to be true. Bridget: No... Daniel Cleaver: They're nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm wearing something similar myself.
Mark Darcy: Happy birthday, dear what's-his-name...
Mark Darcy: All right, Cleaver, outside. Daniel Cleaver: I'm sorry? Outside? Should I bring my dueling pistols or my sword?
Bridget: Are you staying at your parents' for New Years? Mark Darcy: Yes. You? Bridget: Ah, no. Was at a party in London last night; I'm afraid I'm a bit hungover. Bridget: Wish I could be home with my head in a toilet like all normal people... Bridget: ... ah! New Year's Resolution: drink less... and quit smoking... and quit talking total nonsense to strangers... actually, quit talking, full stop. Mark Darcy: Yes. Well. Perhaps it's time to eat.
Mark Darcy: I realise that when I met you at the turkey curry buffet, I was unforgivably rude, and wearing a reindeer jumper.
Bridget: No, Pam. Besides, the gravy needs sieving. Mark Darcy: Surely not; just stir it, Una.
Tom: FIGHT. Come on, then; it's a real fight.
Daniel Cleaver: First, have some more wine, and then tell me the story about practising French kissing with the art girls at school, because it's a very good story. Bridget: It wasn't French kissing. Daniel Cleaver: Don't care, make it up. That's an order, Jones.
Bridget: Where the fuck's the fucking tuna? Bridget: This is Bridget Jones, with 'Sit Up Britain', searching for tuna.
