— But it might not be wise to have her in the house with the boys.
— If you breed her up with them, though she may have the beauty of an angel, she'll never be more to either than a sister.

Tom was a charming parasite until... Well... he ran out of cash.

— This Henry Crawford, what's he like?
— A rake, I think.
— Yes, please!
— They amuse more in literature than in life.
— But they amuse! And Lady Bertram?
— She's always suffering fatigue.
— Why?
— Generally from embroidering something of little beauty. Not to mention a handsome dose of opium daily.

— The fools! Under this roof! They should've known Rushworth would bring in a newspaper man.
— Under which roof would it have been better, Mary?