Mrs. Bennet

— You don't know what I suffer.
— Well, I hope you'll get over it, and live to see many young men of 5,000 a year come to the neighborhood.
— It's no use if 20 such should come, since you won't visit them.
— Depend upon it, my dear. When there are 20, I'll visit them all.

— My dear Mr. Bennet, nothing you say shall ever vex me again.
— I'm sorry to hear it.

— I'll tell you what I'll do. I shall write to Mr. Bingley, informing him...that I have five daughters, and he is welcome to any of them. They're all silly and ignorant, like other girls. Well, Lizzy has more wit than the rest. But he may prefer a stupid wife, as others have done before him. There, will that do?
— No! I beg you will not write if you... You take delight in vexing me! You have no compassion on my poor nerves!
— You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They've been my old friends for 20 years least.

— But he may fall in love with one of them. Therefore you must visit him directly he comes.
— Visit?! No, no, I see no occasion for that.
— Mr. Bennet!
— Go yourself with the girls. Still better, send them by themselves.
— By themselves?!
— Aye, for you're as handsome as any of them. Mr. Bingley might like you best of the party.