《無(wú)法忘卻的電影對(duì)白（美麗英文）》中《傲慢與偏見》影片經(jīng)典對(duì)白。
【In a heavy rainy day, Lizzie refuses Darcy’s propose.】
Darcy: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you...I had to see you. I’ve fought against my better judgment, my family’s expectation...the inferiority of your birth, my rank and circumstance…all those things...but I’m willing to put them aside...and ask you to end my agony.
Lizzie: I don’t understand.
Darcy: I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand.
Lizzie: Sir, I appreciate the struggle you have been through, and I am very sorry to have caused you pain. Believe me, it was unconsciously done.
Darcy: Is this your reply?
Lizzie: Yes, sir.
Darcy: Are you laughing at me?
Lizzie: No!
Darcy: Are you rejecting me?
Lizzie: I’m sure that the feelings which, as you’ve told me, have hindered your regard, will help you in overcoming it.
Darcy: Might I ask why, with so little endeavor at civility, I am thus repulsed?
Lizzie: I might as well enquire why, with so evident a design of insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your better judgment. If I was uncivil, that was some excuse—
Darcy: Believe me, I didn’t mean.
Lizzie: But I have other reasons, you know I have!
Darcy: What reasons?
Lizzie: Do you think that anything might tempt me to accept the man who has ruined, perhaps forever, the happiness of a most beloved sister? Do you deny it, Mr. Darcy? That you’ve separated a young couple who loved each other, exposing your friend to the censure of the world for caprice, and my sister to its derision for disappointed hopes, and involving them both in misery of the acutest kind?
Darcy: I do not deny it.
Lizzie: How could you do it?
Darcy: Because I believed your sister indifferent to him.
Lizzie: Indifferent?
Darcy: I watched them most carefully, and realized his attachment was much deeper than hers.
Lizzie: That’s because she’s shy!
Darcy: Bingley too is modest, and was persuaded that she didn’t feel strongly for him.
Lizzie: Because you suggested it!
Darcy: I did it for his own good.
Lizzie: My sister hardly shows her true feelings to me! I suppose you suspect that his fortune had same bearing on the matter?
Darcy: No! I wouldn’t do your sister the dishonor. Though it was suggested…
Lizzie: What was?
Darcy: It was made perfectly clear that....an advantageous marriage...
Lizzie: Did my sister give that impression?
Darcy: No! There was, however, I have to admit...the matter of your family.
Lizzie: Our want of connection? Mr. Bingley didn’t vex himself about that!
Darcy: No, it was more than that.
Lizzie: How, sir?
Darcy: It pains me to say this, but it was the lack of propriety shown by your mother, your three younger sisters—even, on occasion, your father. Forgive me. You and your sister—I must exclude from this...
【In a heavy rainy day, Lizzie refuses Darcy’s propose.】
Darcy: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you...I had to see you. I’ve fought against my better judgment, my family’s expectation...the inferiority of your birth, my rank and circumstance…all those things...but I’m willing to put them aside...and ask you to end my agony.
Lizzie: I don’t understand.
Darcy: I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand.
Lizzie: Sir, I appreciate the struggle you have been through, and I am very sorry to have caused you pain. Believe me, it was unconsciously done.
Darcy: Is this your reply?
Lizzie: Yes, sir.
Darcy: Are you laughing at me?
Lizzie: No!
Darcy: Are you rejecting me?
Lizzie: I’m sure that the feelings which, as you’ve told me, have hindered your regard, will help you in overcoming it.
Darcy: Might I ask why, with so little endeavor at civility, I am thus repulsed?
Lizzie: I might as well enquire why, with so evident a design of insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your better judgment. If I was uncivil, that was some excuse—
Darcy: Believe me, I didn’t mean.
Lizzie: But I have other reasons, you know I have!
Darcy: What reasons?
Lizzie: Do you think that anything might tempt me to accept the man who has ruined, perhaps forever, the happiness of a most beloved sister? Do you deny it, Mr. Darcy? That you’ve separated a young couple who loved each other, exposing your friend to the censure of the world for caprice, and my sister to its derision for disappointed hopes, and involving them both in misery of the acutest kind?
Darcy: I do not deny it.
Lizzie: How could you do it?
Darcy: Because I believed your sister indifferent to him.
Lizzie: Indifferent?
Darcy: I watched them most carefully, and realized his attachment was much deeper than hers.
Lizzie: That’s because she’s shy!
Darcy: Bingley too is modest, and was persuaded that she didn’t feel strongly for him.
Lizzie: Because you suggested it!
Darcy: I did it for his own good.
Lizzie: My sister hardly shows her true feelings to me! I suppose you suspect that his fortune had same bearing on the matter?
Darcy: No! I wouldn’t do your sister the dishonor. Though it was suggested…
Lizzie: What was?
Darcy: It was made perfectly clear that....an advantageous marriage...
Lizzie: Did my sister give that impression?
Darcy: No! There was, however, I have to admit...the matter of your family.
Lizzie: Our want of connection? Mr. Bingley didn’t vex himself about that!
Darcy: No, it was more than that.
Lizzie: How, sir?
Darcy: It pains me to say this, but it was the lack of propriety shown by your mother, your three younger sisters—even, on occasion, your father. Forgive me. You and your sister—I must exclude from this...