Netflix’s Bridgerton Best Quotes

Lady Whistledown: As the members of our esteemed ton lazily sojourned in their rustic retreats, this author was doing but one thing. Honing my skills. Or should I say, hatching my plans? No, even better. I was sharpening my knives for all of you.
Penelope Featherington: [as we see her writing the article] “For all of you.”

Lady Whistledown: Questions abound as to this author’s identity and means. Seeking those answers shall prove fruitless indeed. There is, of course, another unknown identity at present. Though, this one you will be able to unearth. I speak of the season’s diamond, wherever she may be. Your move, Your Majesty.

Lady Violet Bridgerton: If you are to catch the queen’s eye after this morning’s interruption, then you must be perfection.
Eloise Bridgerton: I believe it was the interruption that was perfection.

Young Lady: The harp is a wonderful instrument, my lord, teaching one patience, strength, and an appreciation for beauty, of course.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: But do you read?
Young Lady: Books?

Kate Sharma: [after they run into each other whilst riding] Perhaps we pretend this encounter never took place? You allow me to go my way, and you go yours.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You worry about being seen.
Kate Sharma: I worry about meeting strange men in parks at dawn who fail to leave me alone with all of their questions.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Your secret is safe with me. I shall not tell a soul.
Kate Sharma: How grateful I am.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Losing races to strange women in such parks at dawn. I can only imagine the questions I would be asked.
Kate Sharma: Is that what that was? A race?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Was it not?
Kate Sharma: Does one not need actual competition for a race?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You could say that if we had decided on a finish line together. But alas, we made no such agreement.
Kate Sharma: Ah. I see you are not one for losing.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: In the rare instances it occurs, I have no difficulty in admitting in that I have either lost, or am in the wrong. But I’m afraid the same cannot be said for you.
Kate Sharma: I beg your pardon?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Mayfair is not right ahead. It is the other way entirely. Not lost, you said?
Kate Sharma: Good day, sir.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: [as Kate rides off] We have not yet been introduced!
Kate Sharma: I am afraid that is not possible! Not when I have a victory lap to enjoy.

Lady Danbury: The age of the elder miss may raise concern. Any suitable gentleman will require some persuading, whether we like it or not, as she will already be regarded as an old maid at the mature age of…
Kate Sharma: Six and twenty, ma’am.

Eloise Bridgerton: Daphne provided me a list of recommendations for a successful season. Private advice regarding the top ten ways in which to entrap a man. I’m telling you, Pen, the season has barely begun and already I feel touched in the head.

Eloise Bridgerton: Another quill? You do get through them at an extraordinary rate.
Penelope Featherington: I have been busy with my correspondence.

Penelope Featherington: Well, I thought you revered Whistledown. Did her arrival not save you from your presentation to the queen?
Eloise Bridgerton: I was delighted by the diversion, to be sure. But, I sat with her paper all morning, and in truth, all she does is repeat what she hears.
Penelope Featherington: Someone must report the gossip. Does she not have a way with words?
Eloise Bridgerton: Yes, but what is she saying with those words? Truly, I did not mind Whistledown’s silence the last ten months, as it finally gave me some time to read a few articles of substance.

Prudence Featherington: A season with no new dresses, nor servants. Are we to empty our own chamber pots too?

Kate Sharma: We have come to London to find your husband, not mine.
Edwina Sharma: Yes. Yes. You are but a dear old maid.
Kate Sharma: Ah. Who shall be perfectly happy doting on my many nieces and nephews one day soon. I shall spoil them exceedingly.

Edwina Sharma: The dowager is more formidable than I imagined. She will have your head when she learns of your secret morning ride. Are you certain no one saw you?
Kate Sharma: Yes. Now, never mind her. The dowager is not half as frightening as she thinks she is.

Kate Sharma: This is the first chapter of a happy story. All you have to do this evening is remember what it is you are looking for.
Edwina Sharma: Someone charming. And handsome, of course. A prince, or a duke, perhaps.
Kate Sharma: It is not a man’s appearance or title that will woo you. It is his mind and spirit that will court yours. He will speak in a manner that only your heart can hear. That is what you are looking for. That is the true love you deserve.

Queen Charlotte: So many flowers, when what I really seek is a gem.

Lady Violet Bridgerton: You look lovely, dear.
Eloise Bridgerton: I look like a prize calf, trussed up for auction.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: [as they arrive at Lady Danbury’s ball] It truly is a sparse crop.
Lady Violet Bridgerton: [loudly] Oh, I am sure there is someone here who will charm you. After all, this is the season the viscount intends to find a wife.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You honestly just did that?
Lady Violet Bridgerton: I believe I did.

Lady Danbury: Viscount Bridgerton is wealthy, well-connected, and from one of the ton’s most illustrious families. Apparently hoping to marry this season, he may very well be our most eligible bachelor indeed.
Edwina Sharma: He is very handsome.
Kate Sharma: Yes. I suppose he is.

Eloise Bridgerton: Oh, Pen, I’m so glad to see you. Mama is already being insufferable.
Penelope Featherington: At least she did not see fit to dress you as a sunflower. I declare a bee might mistake me for the real thing.

Young Man: Do not tell us you are hoping for a love match?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Love is the last thing I desire. But if my children are to be of good stock, then their mother must be of impeccable quality. A pleasing face, an acceptable wit, genteel manners enough to credit a viscountess. It should not be hard to find. And yet, the debutantes of London fall short at every turn.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I can hear you.
Kate Sharma: Pardon me, my lord.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I never got your name. I was wondering if we’d meet again.
Kate Sharma: So you might discern if my wit is acceptable, my manners genteel?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You were eavesdropping?
Kate Sharma: It was hardly an effort. Seeing as you were proclaiming your many requirements for a wife loud enough for the entire party to hear.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You take issue with my requirements?
Kate Sharma: I take issue with any man who views women merely as chattels and breeding stock.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: None of that was meant for…
Kate Sharma: Viscount Bridgerton, yes? When you manage to find this paragon of virtue, whatever makes you think she will accept your suit? Are the young ladies of London truly so easily won by a pleasing smile and absolutely nothing more?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: So you find my smile pleasing?
Kate Sharma: I find your opinion of yourself entirely too high. Your character is as deficient as your horsemanship. I shall bid you good night.

Lady Violet Bridgerton: Well, it would seem both of us may have our hands full this year.
Lady Danbury: Not if I have something to say about it. And as you very well know, I always have something to say.

Lady Whistledown: There is nothing quite like the sweet-scented smell of success. But after taking in the scene from last night’s festivities, it is clear the season won’t be quite so fragrant for everyone. The Viscount Bridgerton’s own mama may have loudly declared her eldest son’s lofty intentions to marry. Yet I cannot be the only one wondering if this former Capital R Rake is, indeed, ready to flourish. Perhaps the viscount, like the rest of us, is simply waiting for the queen to finally name her diamond. Or perhaps this author should take matters into her own hands.

Lady Whistledown: Though, of the many purportedly well-trained and bred hothouse flowers on display this year, this author must wonder if a more surprising choice
might still be in store. Whichever darling miss receives such high esteem, let us hope there is a suitor available of only the sharpest wit, lest his dry musings leave a young lady wilting like a parched rose.

Albion Finch: [referring to Whistledown] It is rather clever the way she uses plant puns to belittle.
Penelope Featherington: Clever indeed.

Lady Violet Bridgerton: You do know, Eloise, that you might enjoy the next ball if you, in fact, danced with someone. Meeting new people, it can be thrilling.
Eloise Bridgerton: Yes, it certainly seemed as though Anthony had a thrilling time. Swept away by many a nimble-footed young lady, were you, Brother?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I can still barely feel my toes. I thought you ladies were taught to dance.
Eloise Bridgerton: And I thought you gentlemen capable of worthwhile conversation. How sad both of our hopes were dashed.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Are you and the modiste still making a stitch?
Benedict Bridgerton: Apparently not. Have you found a wife yet? Or are you planning to offend every young girl until there are none left?

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I am looking for perfection, Mother. And you should be too. The woman I marry shall be the Viscountess Bridgerton. The lady of this household, responsible for launching my sisters, and bearing my children. Do you truly desire them to be raised by a woman who does not know how to so much as hold a map right side up? This is the duty I must fulfill.
Lady Violet Bridgerton: You will end up alone with such expectations.

Prudence Featherington: I will be perfectly putrefied if Philippa does manage to marry Finch.
Penelope Featherington: “Petrified”. The word is “petrified”.

Lady Portia Featherington: [to Penelope] You must stop wasting your precious time on such pointless pursuits as writing silly letters. Colin Bridgerton is no more your friend than I am the next Catherine the Great. Now, wipe your hands, lest someone should think you a commoner.

Lady Danbury: You would be wise to reconsider resorting to more forgeries and half-truths, Miss Sharma. Very few attempt to outwit me, and even fewer succeed.

Kate Sharma: I’ve spent the last eight years raising my sister to walk in the right way, to talk in the right way, to play the pianoforte just so. Teaching her twice as much and watching her work twice as hard as anyone else. I even taught her how to make this pitiful excuse for tea the English so adore. I despise English tea. But if it means my sister will not be left destitute, then I will smile, and I will nod politely after each and every sip, to be sure.

Lady Whistledown: Formed under pressure, desired by many, yet possessed only by a fortunate few, there is nothing on earth quite so envied as a diamond. Might our queen finally extinguish the fevered speculation and bestow the highest of honors to a most fortunate young lady tonight? With so many futures at risk, I do suspect this author is not the only one waiting with bated breath.

Benedict Bridgerton: [at the queen’s ball] Anyone here you’ve not yet rejected?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You’re the artist. Do you see anyone remotely inspiring? We shall have our diamond tonight, and I shall have a wife.

Queen Charlotte: I nearly forgot you were making your debut this season. After your elder sister’s triumph, perhaps good fortune might run in the family.
Eloise Bridgerton: It is a delightful ball, Your Majesty. Very diamondy. Though, I must admit, I am more of an emerald person myself.
Queen Charlotte: My favorite necklace is one of emeralds. How thoughtful of you to know that.

Benedict Bridgerton: If the queen, in fact, names Eloise the diamond, whom will you marry then, Brother?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Hush, you.

Cressida Cowper: Eloise Bridgerton. The diamond. Perhaps now you might stop spending time with insipid wallflowers all evening and refine your circle of friends. I may have an opening…
Eloise Bridgerton: I would rather die!

Penelope Featherington: It’s not that bad, you know. The wallflower thing. I always get the first glass of lemonade. I know who all the best dancers are just from watching. I can always tell when a suitor is serious about courtship just by how he looks when a young lady dances with another. The wall even affords me the chance to hear what the footmen say in secret.

Penelope Featherington: I know you have begun to think little of her, but is Lady Whistledown still not a source of amusement?
Eloise Bridgerton: It’s not that I think little of her. When she was gone, I thought I would miss her. I thought I needed her to make sense of this world. But now she is back, reporting on the same old things. Just another reminder of how trapped I am.

Eloise Bridgerton: I can feel people’s eyes on me. Every time I walk into a ballroom, I know they are comparing me to Daphne. She was so good at being the diamond, and it made my mother so happy. I can never live up to that. I do not want to live up to that, but it does not make it any easier to know you are constantly disappointing people just by walking into a room.
Penelope Featherington: I never thought of it that way.

Penelope Featherington: No one truly notices me. I suppose that is what I like. When you’re invisible, you can have all the amusement you want without any of the expectations popularity brings. It frees you.
Eloise Bridgerton: Do you think that is why Whistledown remains anonymous?
Penelope Featherington: Perhaps.
Eloise Bridgerton: Do you think that is why Cressida is so cruel?
Penelope Featherington: No. I think she just wears her hair too tight.

Benedict Bridgerton: [referring to Edwina] You look at her the way I look at a finished painting, Brother.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Every man needs a muse, does he not?

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You do not seem discomposed by my line of questioning.
Edwina Sharma: Why ever would I be? A man who knows what he wants is most admirable.

Edwina Sharma: Is something wrong, Didi?
Kate Sharma: [referring to Anthony] You are not to go near that man. Do you understand?

Lady Violet Bridgerton: [referring to Edwina] She is a lovely diamond, dearest.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Indeed. She is who I shall marry.

Lady Whistledown: Color, clarity, carat, cut. At long last, the queen has named her most precious stone.

Philipa Featherington: I thought the heir was old.
Prudence Featherington: I thought the heir was ugly.
Lady Portia Featherington: Ladies.
Jack: It is quite alright. You must mean my father. And no offense taken. He was ugly. And very old. So old that, well, he died.

Lady Whistledown: While this author finds Miss Edwina Sharma to be an exceptional young lady, it is about time I used these pages of record for something else. A shift. Is the entire practice of naming a diamond not, well, rather ridiculous? Should a woman not be valued for so much more than her dancing skills, or her comportment? Should we not value a woman instead for her candor, her character, her true accomplishments? Perhaps if the queen abandoned this absurdity that is the diamond, we would all see that a woman can be so much more.

Brimsley: What is it, Your Majesty?
Queen Charlotte: Edwina Sharma. My diamond. It seems she will need to do more for me this season than simply sparkle.

Kate Sharma: What is funny, my lord, is you here now, after not only what I overheard the other night…
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: What you heard the other night was not for your ears.
Kate Sharma: But also, in addition to everything I have now read of you, your dubious and libertine reputation goes before you.

Benedict Bridgerton: [to Colin] I believe we must get you to the doctor post-haste. This strange, fuzzy growth on your chin is no doubt some kind of disease.
Francesca Bridgerton: And you seem to have taken to the sun too. How peculiar.
Penelope Featherington: I think he looks distinguished.

Lady Violet Bridgerton: I only mean to say, Eloise, that we must be willing to look to find the partner that will excite us.
Eloise Bridgerton: So dance with a bevy of frogs, and one of them might turn out to be a prince?
Lady Violet Bridgerton: If that’s what you must do.

Colin Bridgerton: We did not get a chance to speak this morning.
Penelope Featherington: We did. I said, “Colin!” But, then again, it was nothing of note.

Lady Danbury: As your friend, I will tell you. There may be an obstacle in your son’s path. The elder sister seems set against the match. It seems Miss Edwina desires a love match, something the viscount clearly does not.
Lady Violet Bridgerton: I see.
Lady Danbury: Perhaps her mind can be changed.
Lady Violet Bridgerton: Perhaps so can the viscount’s.

Kate Sharma: [to Anthony] I must say, I have never bested a viscount before. Beating you feels the same as any other win, but somehow smells sweeter.

Thomas Dorset: Miss Sharma, I must ask. Why do you jab at Lord Bridgerton so?
Kate Sharma: If the viscount is serious about courting my sister, is it not my duty to try his mettle?

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I’ve heard of a sore loser, Miss Sharma, but never a sore winner.
Kate Sharma: Do not speak to me or my sister ever again.
Edwina Sharma: What has happened?
Kate Sharma: It seems a second game was afoot today, and Lord Bridgerton made certain I play the fool.

Eloise Bridgerton: I am not here in search of gossip.
Theo Sharpe: No? Private information about the season’s most eligible bachelor, then?
Eloise Bridgerton: Your assumptions are not the least bit surprising. After all, a woman is allowed to have but two interests. Marriage, or spewing slander about her peers, apparently. It would certainly never occur to you that I am, in fact, hoping to find the writer, so that we may discuss much more intellective matters. The rights of woman. The exploration of her mind. A mind which, I can already discern, is far, far superior to yours.

Eloise Bridgerton: Is the shock you seem to be displaying at present due to the fact that I appear well-read and articulate? Or do you suffer from some medical ailment about which I should be informed?
Theo Sharpe: [hands her a pamphlet about women’s rights] If women’s rights are what you’re after, then perhaps that is what you need to be reading. New thoughts. Unsettling ideas. Not too unsettling for you, I hope? Though, if I should ever see Lady what’s-her-name, I’ll be sure to let her know that her leading admirer says hello.

Mrs. Varley: [referring to Jack] He does have a pleasing smile.
Lady Portia Featherington: That smile will be the last thing we see after he installs some beef-witted chit into our drawing room and ousts me out of my very own home. Let’s see how pleasing you find it then.

Kate Sharma: You think he was clever?
Edwina Sharma: No. No. I think, you told me Appa always said it takes a courageous man to go after what he truly wants.
Kate Sharma: Appa also said the mark of a true gentleman is honesty. Something the viscount notably lacks.

Queen Charlotte: [to Edwina] It is not an easy mantle to take on, you realize. To have so many eyes upon you at all times. Regardless of the truth, people, nay, gossips, they will contrive shameless falsehoods. Rumor can oftentimes be a great hardship to endure. Just ask your mother. Just ask me.
Kate Sharma: My sister aspires to learn from your illustrious example, Your Majesty. Your marriage, the wondrous love you share with the king. Edwina desires the very same.
Queen Charlotte: And she shall receive it, should she know who to trust.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: [referring to Kate] She is pompous, and arrogant, and quite sure she knows best in every situation.
Colin Bridgerton: Well, she sounds like a terrible nuisance.
Benedict Bridgerton: Especially since you are the one who knows best in every situation.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: [as they’re fencing] Do you know why I win every time?
Benedict Bridgerton: Because every time you lose, you claim we cheated.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Because I know my duties. What my purposes are, and how to obtain them. Which I will do when I make Miss Edwina my viscountess.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Miss Edwina and I are well-suited. She is a lovely young lady. She wishes for children. She’ll make a perfectly agreeable wife.
Benedict Bridgerton: What he means to say is that he has already dismissed every other young lady in town.

Colin Bridgerton: You take too much upon yourself, Brother. Perhaps your life might be easier if you pursued someone with a less disagreeable sister.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: No, but why should I be the one to admit defeat? Regardless of which young lady I have chosen to pursue, there would’ve always been some obstinate father, or meddlesome aunt into the picture. I shall certainly not let some sister, especially one younger than me, keep me from getting what it is I want!
Benedict Bridgerton: Whom you want, you mean?

Kate Sharma: How much clearer must I be?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I brought a gift for Miss Edwina.
Kate Sharma: Take your Trojan Horse elsewhere.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I assure you, Miss Sharma, this is a very real horse. I’d not recommend trying to climb inside.

Kate Sharma: I have never met a man as brazenly presumptuous…
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You do not even know me.
Kate Sharma: I know you are polished. I know you are careful. I know you make promises without so much as uttering a word. There is not much more I need to know.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: [to Kate] You act as if I’m some kind of villain, when every other woman in London aspires for the kind of marriage I’m offering. You must know that. You have been exceptionally clear about what it is you do, and do not wish for, but has it ever occurred to you this might, in fact, be about what your sister wishes for instead?

Lady Violet Bridgerton: She is looking out for her sister. She hopes to find her a love match. And with you, apparently so forthright in your disdain for such a thing. Perhaps Miss Edwina’s other suitors plan on choosing words more wisely tonight. Some are reading poetry, I hear. There is a lesson here for you somewhere, Anthony. I only hope that this time you will finally learn it.

Kate Sharma: You are the viscount’s sister, yes?
Eloise Bridgerton: One of them. But do not hold it against me.
Kate Sharma: The fact the viscount is your relation almost makes me think better of him.
Eloise Bridgerton: We should certainly not give him too much credit, now, should we?

Penelope Featherington: You’ve sworn off women then?
Colin Bridgerton: Well, for the time being.
Penelope Featherington: I am a woman.
Colin Bridgerton: You are Pen. You do not count. You’re my friend.
Penelope Featherington: Of course. Your friend. How good to hear that.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I thought this sort of thing was supposed to be your pleasure.
Benedict Bridgerton: Poetry, yes. Byron, heavens, no.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Is not everyone supposed to love Byron?
Benedict Bridgerton: Many in our year at Cambridge thought my poetry far superior to his.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Does that mean yours is more or less deceitful?
Benedict Bridgerton: Deceitful? Poetry is the opposite, Brother. It is the art of revealing precious truth with words.

Benedict Bridgerton: What is it, truly, to admire a woman? To look at her and feel inspiration. To delight in her beauty. So much so that all your defenses crumble, that you would willingly take on any pain, any burden for her. To honor her being with your deeds and words. That is what the true poet describes.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You should apply yourself more often, Benedict.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: [after reading Benedict’s poetry] I cannot claim these words as my own. They’re someone else’s entirely. Truth be told, I’m not a man of poetry. Words of flattery are beautiful and sweet. But they are also hollow, unless accompanied by action.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Miss Edwina, I could stand here and pretend to be someone I am not. I could pretend to want the very same things as you, but I’d be lying. I may not be able to offer the display of passion that you truly deserve. But I assure you that when it comes to action and duty, I shall never be found lacking. And I hope that is what will speak louder than any pretty words ever can.

Kate Sharma: [referring to Anthony] He cannot give you the love you deserve.
Edwina Sharma: Does that make him a bad man or an honest one? It is the mark of a true gentleman, just as Appa used to say. Yes?

Lady Danbury: Well, the viscount certainly seems to have nettled you. He can be exasperating.
Kate Sharma: He is incorrigible. He is not for my sister. I shall make sure she sees of it too, one way or another.

Lady Danbury: Some advice, Miss Sharma? When one is frustrated, it is often much wiser to focus upon satisfying one’s own needs. Attempting to influence others as to the correct course of action, well, it is often a trying and irritating endeavor that only brings out the worst in us before we discover it has been fruitless all along.
Kate Sharma: I am aware I’ve made a fool of myself tonight, Lady Danbury. I do not need to hear it from you. In fact, I do not need to hear it from anyone.

Kate Sharma: [after revealing she wishes to remain alone] Are you so miserable, my lady?
Lady Danbury: I beg your pardon?
Kate Sharma: Are you not alone yourself? I watch you. I see you. You are more than content.
Lady Danbury: Because I have lived a life. I am a widow. I have loved. I have lost. I have earned the right to do whatever I please, whenever I please, and however I please to do it. Child, you are not me. And if you continue down this road, you most certainly never will be.

Lady Whistledown: There are two things that lurk within the dark and shadowy places of our fair city. Vermin and secrets. I shall leave it to you, dear reader, as to which do the most harm. One has to wonder what secrets the season’s diamond is holding near and dear to her heart. And who shall she choose to share them with? The Viscount Bridgerton, perhaps? At least the elder Sharma’s opinion on such a matter is certainly no secret at all.

Lady Whistledown: To be fair, one might call this author the biggest secret-sharer of all. For who else could possibly keep all of you honest? When even the most well-kept of secrets must eventually come to light.

Daphne Basset: Well, I cannot wait to meet the woman who has captured your heart. Tell me, what is she like?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Miss Edwina is the picture of grace, beauty, and charm. Unfortunately, she has a most annoying sister who has styled herself as something of a gatekeeper.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I’m afraid you must all help me win over both sisters, if I am to find my bride.
Daphne Basset: And now you appeal for help. My, you must be smitten by this miss.
Benedict Bridgerton: Or the sister is a formidable obstacle indeed.
Daphne Basset: Well, fear not, Anthony. Seeing as though you were such a help to me last season, it would only be fair of me to return the favor.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Is that a promise or a threat?

Kate Sharma: Newton is an excellent judge of character.
Kate Sharma: [as Newton barks at Anthony] Oh. See?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Mark my words, Miss Sharma. By the end of your stay, your opinion of me will be much improved. As will his.
Kate Sharma: I did not think you such an optimist. Since your schemes to manipulate me are now out in the open, I suppose it would be an improvement indeed.

Lady Violet Bridgerton: I only hope you are acting with a clear mind.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You have wanted me to marry for years. And now you suggest I wait?
Lady Violet Bridgerton: I did not say that. I only want you to be certain.

Daphne Basset: It is a poor player who plays the game, and a wise one who plays their opponent.
Kate Sharma: I believe I shall rather enjoy this game.

Kate Sharma: [to Anthony] Are you the superstitious sort? I know some men cannot perform without their familiar tools. Like a child with a blanket.

Lady Violet Bridgerton: Oh, I must compliment you on your daughters, Lady Mary. They are a credit to you.
Lady Mary Sharma: They are my greatest blessing indeed.
Lady Violet Bridgerton: And perhaps our greatest challenge too. During the marriage mart, at least.
Lady Mary Sharma: Yes, the season can be quite cutthroat.

Lady Danbury: Motherhood seems to suit the duchess very well.
Lady Violet Bridgerton: Yes, it does.
Lady Danbury: Our matchmaking efforts last season were quite wise indeed, Lady Bridgerton.
Lady Violet Bridgerton: Yes. Perhaps we will have such success again, Lady Danbury.
Lady Danbury: If they can somehow stay the course.

Kate Sharma: What do you say, my lord? Are you in a losing mood?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: My mood shall remain unchanged, regardless of your choice.
Kate Sharma: Ah, is that so? You would bravely bear the crushing shame of defeat?

Kate Sharma: So, you do have honor then. At least as far as sport is concerned.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: That, and the fact that I suspect you would loudly advertise my cheating the moment I stepped out of line.
Kate Sharma: And vice versa.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I believe I underestimated you, Miss Sharma.
Kate Sharma: That seems to be the theme of our acquaintance, does it not?

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: What must I do to win your approval?
Kate Sharma: I do not withhold it out of spite, my lord. I simply wish to steer my sister to the greatest possible happiness. I would have thought you could understand my position, seeing as you too have sisters to protect.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: That is different. It is my duty as their guardian.
Kate Sharma: I am the same for Edwina, in every way that matters.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Then let us put our past acrimony behind us, and allow me to prove I can offer your sister all the happiness and security you seek.

Lady Violet Bridgerton: [flashback, to Anthony] He is asking of you to decide which one of us should live. Me or the baby. You kill the baby. You save the mother. You cut the mother. You save the child. It is not your choice to make. It is mine.
Doctor: It is his lordship’s choice.
Lady Violet Bridgerton: Edmund is his lordship! The choice is Edmund’s. It could only be Edmund’s because he loved me. He loved me so much. This wouldn’t even be a conversation. Because that kind of love, the answer, this choice, is obvious. I should not have to explain this to anyone! Edmund should be here!

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You do express yourself so agreeably, Miss Edwina. It is refreshing and rare indeed.
Edwina Sharma: Though, to be clear, my lord, that is not to say I do not have a mind of my own. I have found that one may easily remain agreeable when one also has inner resources.

Daphne Basset: If you say Miss Edwina is the one for you. If you say she is the one in whose presence you cannot properly think, or even breathe. If you say you feel that feeling.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Feeling?
Daphne Basset: The one that makes it impossible for you to look away from them at any given moment. When your body and soul feel as if they could burst into flames whenever the two of you are near. When all you are able to do in their presence is to fight the urge to lean forward and touch their lips with yours. If that is the feeling you have when you are with Miss Edwina, I am quite happy for you indeed.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I could not have described it better myself.

Eloise Bridgerton: Was it your choice you never married? My brothers tell me I have a habit of being rather direct. But everyone tells me it is fate worse than death to end up a spinster. But you seem perfectly content with your situation.
Kate Sharma: You must know, it is hardly ideal. The world is not exactly welcoming to an unmarried woman. There seems to be no place in society for us, except at the edge of things.
Eloise Bridgerton: That rather seems to be society’s flaw, not a woman’s.
Kate Sharma: Indeed, it does.

Lady Violet Bridgerton: [flashback] Anthony, this is it. This is my best. I am doing my best. Every day, I get up, I get dressed, I feed myself, I try to breathe in and out. I force myself to stop by the nursery. And I think about how sorry I feel for little baby Hyacinth because she will never know Edmund’s laugh. Or the way he smelled, or what it is to be hugged in his arms. I feel even sorrier for myself because, most of the time, all I am thinking is that this little baby did not do me the kindness of killing me so that I could be with my husband. Edmund was the air that I breathed. And now there is no air. So, do not ask me about family dinner. I am doing my best.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Dearest. I hate to see you like this. So weighed down. Courtship, the consideration of a proposal, choosing the person you wish to spend the rest of your life with. My darling boy, it should be a time full of joy.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I am content. I’m fulfilling my duty to this family, Mother. That is what takes precedence above all else.

Lady Violet Bridgerton: [to Anthony] I know how sweet and earnest you were as a boy. Always with a kind word and a joke. But then, after your father died, a wall went up inside you, as if love had become some weakness instead of your greatest strength. And that is not you. You deserve the feeling that I had the moment your father placed that ring on my finger. It was a promise, not just of the sacred commitment that we were making to one another, but a sacred love.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Love shall have no place in my marriage.
Lady Violet Bridgerton: You cannot mean that.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I seek an amiable partner with whom I may share a pleasant life, untouched by heartbreak, and the ravages of grief. You were barely even there after he died. And yet, I, myself, am cursed to remember every waking moment. I could never be the cause of such pain, no matter how cruel and hard-hearted everyone else may find me to be.

Edwina Sharma: I thought he liked me.
Kate Sharma: You are the diamond of the season. There is nary a gentleman back in London who does not wish for your hand. You have choices, Bon. All will be well, despite this disappointment with the viscount, I assure you.

Colin Bridgerton: Funny how distance is no match for memory, is it not?

Lady Whistledown: An artist must be free to follow their muse. But it appears the ton has fallen prey to the fickleness of fashion. For how else might one explain the tawdry, dare I say vulgar, gown sported lately by Miss Cressida Cowper? Mayfair’s newest modiste has one thing, and one thing only, going for her. She is new. Whereas Madame Delacroix might be old, but at least she is capable.

Penelope Featherington: It is your job to be observant, is it not? To hide your clients secrets with a well-draped piece of fabric, or a cleverly embellished rosette, just as I too hide. Behind my pen.
Genevieve Delacroix: I have no interest in revealing your identity.
Penelope Featherington: That is not why I’m here. I believe I can trust you, Madame Delacroix. In a world of men, you have built a thriving business, much like myself. I think we can be of use to one another.

Penelope Featherington: My enterprise grows more difficult for me to maintain on my own. If I was spotted by you so easily, it is only so long before I get recognized by someone less discreet. I have proved to you how I can help you in your business. Now I’d like you to help me with mine.
Genevieve Delacroix: Did you have to call me old?
Penelope Featherington: I could not be so obvious with my flattery. But is it not working?

Lady Whistledown: Of course, not everyone can always get things so right. Though I suppose, for some, it may be simply too late to change course and undo any damage.

Kate Sharma: All you are doing, my lord, is toying with the emotions of an impressionable young lady.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Miss Edwina seems perfectly capable of forming her own impressions. Perhaps if you took notice of that, you would…
Kate Sharma: So now you claim to know my sister better than me?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I know she wishes to be happy.
Kate Sharma: This is precisely what I wish for her. I can assure you, happiness is not your strength. Exasperation, perhaps. Fixation, most definitely. The only feeling you are, in fact, capable of engendering, my lord, is that of discontent.

Kate Sharma: [after she’s stung by a bee and Anthony freaks out] I am unharmed. I am unharmed.
Kate Sharma: [she places his hand on her heart] It was just a bee. It was a bee.

Edwina Sharma: Did you tell the viscount about your beesting?
Kate Sharma: I got stung.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Ah.
Kate Sharma: I am well.

Kate Sharma: [referring to her not being a good shooter] Why would you assume I had any trouble managing at all, my lord?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I only mean to say…
Kate Sharma: Because I am a woman?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: No. No. I did not say that.
Kate Sharma: But you thought it.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Ladies do not hunt.
Kate Sharma: Do not, or are not allowed to?

Daphne Basset: [to Edwina] Well, there is certainly pleasure to be had in acting as hostess. Though, between you and I, I think you will find there is no greater pleasure than enjoying your home alone with your family. With your husband, as long as you choose the right one.

Edwina Sharma: [referring to Kate and Anthony] I am having them spend the day together in the hopes of their finally finding common ground. It seems the two of them do not exactly see eye-to-eye on occasion. A good plan, is it not?
Daphne Basset: Well, certainly an intriguing one.

Benedict Bridgerton: [referring to hunting with Kate] You must play along, Brother. Perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to win her over.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Or to be shot dead by her.

Young Lady: I do everything my mama says.
Eloise Bridgerton: And you still wonder why you’re so miserable.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I suppose it is rather like you, leaving everyone behind.
Kate Sharma: No one wishes to hear what you think you know about me, my Lord.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I do not need to think. I know. From the moment I saw you riding alone in that park, it was obvious that rules are meaningless to you.
Kate Sharma: Oh, you and your rules.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Perhaps if you had not been out once again the other morning, we might not have been put in such a difficult situation.
Kate Sharma: Exactly which difficult situation are you referring to, my lord?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: The other morning.
Kate Sharma: When I was stung?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: After which you put my hand to your bosom.
Kate Sharma: To show you I was unharmed. You were overcome.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Indeed I was not.
Kate Sharma: You were the one who then looked at me.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You looked at me!
Kate Sharma: Not in the way that you did.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: And how exactly did I look?

Marina Thompson: You are a boy caught up in his own fantasies. In truth, I once thought that would be enough to save me from my reality. But what I learned is, I do not need saving in that way. What I need is to face up to my life and make my own practical decisions.
Colin Bridgerton: So you choose to be unhappy?
Marina Thompson: We are not all guaranteed a fairy tale ending.

Marina Thompson: [to Colin] I am not the same woman you once knew. And I refuse to be thrust back into such a world of fantasy. That dream has long since passed.

Marina Thompson: If you would simply open your eyes to what is in front of you, then you might see there are those in your life you already make happy.
Colin Bridgerton: And who would that be?
Marina Thompson: You have your family. You have Penelope.
Colin Bridgerton: Penelope?
Marina Thompson: You have many people who care for you. Seek them out, because your future will certainly not be found in the past with me.

Kate Sharma: [referring to Anthony’s father, Edmund] How did he die?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: He was stung by a bee.
Kate Sharma: My lord, I am so sorry. I…
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: To see a great man felled by such a small creature, it was humbling, to say the least.

Daphne Basset: It is just that I’ve always imagined Anthony to be with someone more like him.
Lady Violet Bridgerton: Sharp, quick, a little too exacting?

Daphne Basset: You know, every time I think my marriage has become simple, Simon and I find some new stone to turn over, a new foible that one of us needs the other to tease out and inspect. It is decidedly irritating. Yet incredibly gratifying at the same time.

Daphne Basset: Miss Edwina is nearly perfect, but Anthony is a Bridgerton. Is there not something in all of us that requires a challenge?
Lady Violet Bridgerton: Indeed, there is.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Do you still not like her?
Daphne Basset: I never said I did not like her. I only wonder if you truly know each other well enough.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Is that not what marriage is for?
Daphne Basset: Well, yes. But it helps if you share similarities. Truly, Brother, is there really no one you share similarities with? No one at all?

Lord Morrison: You have read Locke?
Eloise Bridgerton: I have. Have you?
Lord Morrison: Yes. It is required of all men past a certain age, surely. Not so much for young ladies.
Eloise Bridgerton: Because our feeble minds might collapse if we put too many ideas in them.
Lord Morrison: For most of the ladies I have met, that seems to be true. Many of them cannot even articulate a thought.
Eloise Bridgerton: And do you not think that is because they have not been offered the same opportunities?

Eloise Bridgerton: [to Morrison] Next time you compliment a woman, at least try not to insult her entire sex in the process.

Lady Violet Bridgerton: I invited Lord Morrison specifically for you. He is known to share your rebellious spirit.
Eloise Bridgerton: My rebellion is not some party dress I put on to play a part, Mama. And it is certainly not some accomplishment I have developed, like singing, or painting to help me attract a suitor! I know I am a disappointment to you. So just allow me to take my leave and go to bed.

Kate Sharma: [as they’re dancing] Do you have something you wish to ask me, my lord, regarding my sister?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: If I were to ask for her hand, would you give me your permission?
Kate Sharma: I want my sister to be happy.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: And do you think I can make her happy?
Kate Sharma: That is a better question for you. Can you make her happy?

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Is that what you want? For me to reconsider?
Kate Sharma: It does not matter what I want.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I do not think that is true.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: It seems to me you will find any excuse you can to keep me away from your sister. That is it, is it not? You simply do not like me.
Kate Sharma: Of course I do not like you!
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Then tell me why. Have I done something to you? Why is it that you dislike me so?
Kate Sharma: Because you vex me!

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: And what is it, do you think, you do to me?
Kate Sharma: What? What do I do to you?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You hate me.
Kate Sharma: Yes. I do. I hate you.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I am a gentleman.
Kate Sharma: And your heart is with my sister.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: And my heart is with your sister.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: [as he’s inches away from her lips] Say you do not care for me. Tell me you feel nothing, and I will walk away.
Kate Sharma: I feel…
[as they’re about to kiss, Daphne interrupts them]

Daphne Basset: It is clear that you have affection for Miss Sharma. The two of you cannot seem to stay away from one another.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Because she is aggravating!
Daphne Basset: Oh, is that what I just witnessed?

Daphne Basset: There is obviously something between you. And I know that this is not as you would wish it, but you must be honest with yourself. Because, one way or another, these kind of feelings always have a way of coming to the surface.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: And what kind of feelings are those?
Daphne Basset: Well, love.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Then I know what I must do.

Kate Sharma: Lady Danbury, I fear there may be no proposal from the viscount. I fear I have ruined it for Edwina.
Lady Danbury: Because you two cannot get along?
Kate Sharma: Yes.
Lady Danbury: And why, when you are so close to getting what you want, what you need for your family’s survival, and what Edwina so clearly wants for herself, are you getting in the way?
Kate Sharma: I do not know.

Kate Sharma: I do not know what to do!
Lady Danbury: There is only one thing to do. Be honest with your sister, with yourself. You must tell her how you feel.
Kate Sharma: About my dislike for the viscount?
Lady Danbury: About whatever it is you feel.

Lady Whistledown: Dearest gentle reader, while much occurred at the Bridgerton country visit, this author feels not all is fit to print. Especially when so much is already known by far too many members of the ton. But if you thought that we would reach the end of this journey without this trusted author finding a truly delectable morsel of gossip, then you are sorely mistaken.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Miss Edwina Sharma. Will you marry me?
Edwina Sharma: Yes. Yes! Yes! I shall be your viscountess. I shall marry you.

Lady Whistledown: Anthony Bridgerton is now betrothed to Miss Edwina Sharma. Victory, indeed.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: It is fine weather we are having, Miss Sharma, is it not?
Kate Sharma: You wish to speak to me of the weather?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Is there another topic of conversation that would be more appropriate?
Kate Sharma: There is nothing appropriate about what you’re doing proceeding with this engagement.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: On the contrary, I believe it is the most proper outcome for all.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Nothing passed between us. I am a gentleman.
Kate Sharma: Is that so? Need I remind you, sir, if anyone other than your sister discovered us in the library that night, then we too, would be obliged to wed.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Nothing happened in that library. Though would the two of us being obliged to marry be the outcome you desire?
Kate Sharma: Of course not.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Then let us both be glad we have avoided such an unthinkable fate.

Lady Danbury: They are betrothed. The viscount made a charming proposal, your sister gave her giddy acceptance. And in the eyes of society, and, might I add, the Queen of England herself, they are as good as wed. Only a very great scandal would prevent this marriage from proceeding now. The kind of scandal that would send alarms through the entire ton, and be a stain from which the penniless Sharma family would never recover. Only a fool would jeopardize the marriage now. So I ask you, Miss Sharma, are you that fool?
Kate Sharma: No.
Lady Danbury: I did not think so.

Edwina Sharma: What a handsome couple they make.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Pardon me?
Edwina Sharma: Mr. Dorset and my sister. I noticed that he was quite smitten with her the last time they met. Perhaps he will convince her to stay in England, after all.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: She barely knows the gentleman.
Nor did I you, at first. But love moves swiftly, does it not?

Colin Bridgerton: After all, everyone else is finding some purpose to their lives. Anthony is to be married. Benedict has his artistic pursuits. And, well, here I am feeding the ducks.
Penelope Featherington: Well, I am sure the ducks are most grateful. You have a good deal of time and plentiful opportunities to make your mark.

Theo Sharpe: So, you’re an admirer of my work?
Eloise Bridgerton: I would not go so far. It is serviceable, I suppose.
Theo Sharpe: And yet you have come far. You’re a long way from Mayfair for writings that are merely serviceable.
Eloise Bridgerton: Luckily for me, there is a thrilling invention called a carriage that may convey a lady from one place to another. It is a marvel, to be sure.

Edwina Sharma: [as Anthony falls into the river] Oh, my! Are you hurt?
Thomas Dorset: Not at all! The water is a rather welcoming refreshment, is it not, Bridgerton?
Edwina Sharma: Refreshing indeed.
Kate Sharma: Come now. It is not proper to stare.
[then Kate stares at Anthony as he gets out of the water]

Lady Mary Sharma: I had a choice to make between my family and my heart.
Kate Sharma: And did you ever regret that choice?
Lady Mary Sharma: From the very first moment, your father and I were drawn together. It is a very powerful thing to meet someone and feel that you know them. In a way unlike any other.
Kate Sharma: Still a rather high price to pay for love, I would think.

Lady Mary Sharma: I had always hoped that you and Edwina would be spared the choice between affluence and love, and now you shall. Edwina is to wed her heart’s desire. And you have always wanted nothing more than your freedom.
Kate Sharma: Of course, Mama. We shall all be perfectly happy.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Why will you not accept that the love match between you and father was the exception, not the rule?
Lady Violet Bridgerton: Because I wish for you two to know the joy of an exceptional marriage. You should be excited to wed Miss Edwina, but for all I have seen, you act as if you are approaching the gallows instead.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: What I want is beside the point. I could never dishonor Miss Edwina by begging off now.
Lady Violet Bridgerton: You are right. A gentleman cannot take back his word. But a woman may.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: She does not wish to end the engagement.
Lady Violet Bridgerton: But does she know your true feelings on the matter?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: My feelings are of no concern. What matters is my responsibility, which has always been to wed.
Lady Violet Bridgerton: My darling, if you have doubts, do not simply set them aside. This is the most important choice you will ever make. And it would break my heart to see you spend the rest of your life in regret. I dare say it would break your father’s heart too.

Lady Danbury: [to Kate] Your sister’s betrothal may be the end of certain hopes you harbored regarding the viscount, but access to the Sheffield fortune would certainly be a fine reward, would it not? A life of independence is no mere consolation. Indeed, many would think it the better prize. After passion cools and fate intervenes, who else is a woman left with but herself?

Kate Sharma: All along, you have been set on marrying my sister, despite my every objection, might I add, and now you intend to cast her aside. Why? And do not talk to me of dowries, sir, for we both know you have no need of it. So, tell me, what has she done?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: She has done nothing. It is you. You have made this match impossible.
Kate Sharma: But I am leaving for India.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: And it is not far enough!

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: [to Kate] Do you think that there is a corner of this Earth that you could travel to far away enough to free me from this torment? I am a gentleman. My father raised me to act with honor. But that honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence. You are the bane of my existence. And the object of all my desires. Night and day, I dream of you.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Do you even know all the ways a lady can be seduced? The things I could teach you.
Kate Sharma: I did not ask for this. To be plagued by these feelings. Hiding from my sister. Being driven to distraction every time you enter the room.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Then you agree. It is insupportable.
Kate Sharma: Impossible.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: [to Kate] If I wed your sister, it will bind me and you together for eternity. And I will spend every day of my marriage wanting you, dreaming of you, dreading the day when my last thread of honor finally snaps. Is that the future that you want for us? For your sister?

Edwina Sharma: What burden would it be to marry the person I love?
Kate Sharma: You love him?
Edwina Sharma: Watching how nobly he defended us at dinner tonight, how could I not? I want nothing more than to be his wife. His viscountess.

Eloise Bridgerton: I have questions about the writings in this pamphlet.
Theo Sharpe: Well, the ideas can tax a fragile mind.
Eloise Bridgerton: Or perhaps your means of communicating them leaves much to be desired.
Theo Sharpe: Or perhaps you have not seen enough of the world to make sense of them yet.

Lady Whistledown: Duty. More than laws or faith, I have often thought it the bond that holds our fragile society together. Duty to rank and title. Fidelity to one’s family name. It demands both utter obedience and total sacrifice. But what happens when such duty is in conflict with the heart’s true desire? Why, then, there is the potential for a considerable scandal indeed. The only question is, will the parties in question heed my warning? Or is it already too late to turn back to duty and away from desire?

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Long have I wrestled with it, but I see no other option. I will talk with Miss Edwina today, and see my way to ending things. It is the only way to ensure that the two of us can be rid of this impossible situation. Once the engagement is over, our paths need never cross again. It will be as if we had never met.
Kate Sharma: You cannot. You cannot do that. You cannot break my sister’s heart.

Kate Sharma: She has loved me as well as any sister could, and I could not live with myself if I robbed her of her happiness and the future she deserves.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I do not understand. You have been against this union from the start.
Kate Sharma: I was wrong! I will not be the cause of you losing your honor, any more than I can stand to see Edwina in pain. You once saw her as your perfect match. You will find your way to believing it again. Please. Please, Lord Bridgerton.

Kate Sharma: Anthony. You must keep your word. You must marry my sister. You must marry her as soon as you can, because this feeling that plagues us so, it will pass. It will become tenable, it will become bearable, and soon enough, it will be as if we never felt it at all. Mere passion. It must because it has to.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Very well. I shall see that the wedding shall take place as soon as possible.

Edwina Sharma: I fear, in fact, that he does not look at me often enough.
Kate Sharma: Looks can be powerful, Bon, but also fleeting. Displays of mere passion, perhaps. Nothing more.
Edwina Sharma: So the viscount feels little passion for me?
Kate Sharma: Of course not. What I mean to say is that true love is something else entirely. It is when the rest of the world goes quiet. It is not eyes that meet, but souls that dance. Settle into each other. Make room for each other, until there is nowhere else to hide.

Benedict Bridgerton: Indeed. Not much shall change at all. Though soon enough, we will have a tiny Anthony to contend with, running around, declaring all of his tiny duties too, no doubt.
Colin Bridgerton: Yes, he too shall be a tyrant.

Colin Bridgerton: It is surprising that you and Eloise remain so familiar when you could not be less alike.
Penelope Featherington: What can you mean?
Colin Bridgerton: Well, you have sense.

Eloise Bridgerton: It is a fool’s errand to try to make an impression on those in good society who have not a single original thought. And what good is it anyway to make a name for oneself if it is only to be written on dance cards?

Eloise Bridgerton: [referring to Theo] I have heeded your warnings. Theoretically. It would be foolish of me to continue to visit him.
Penelope Featherington: And what in actuality?
Eloise Bridgerton: I visited him just the other day. But it’s not nearly as scandalous as you make it out to be. It is only his thoughts I’m interested in.
Penelope Featherington: It is a friendship then?
Eloise Bridgerton: Of course. What else can it be?

Daphne Basset: [referring to their father] I have been here. And I have seen you at all stages. I witnessed you change the day he died. Do you know you did not even weep once? And you stopped laughing, altogether, in fact. It was as though you had become an entirely different person, consumed by the expectations of others.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: And what choice did I have? I changed so that our family might survive, so that you could be respectable enough to marry a duke.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I am happy for you, Sister, but I’m not like you. I have never wished to succumb to the blind delight of being in love. I cannot so indulge myself.
Daphne Basset: You can choose to be happy. To follow the desires of your heart instead of pushing away any feeling that comes to the surface. It should not be a luxury, but a right to choose, to fight for the family that you want.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I fight for the family that I have.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You will never understand. You were born to marry into another family. While I was born to carry on the Bridgerton name. That is what outweighs anything else. It is rather easy to be selfish when you have no one else to whom you must answer.
Daphne Basset: I mourn for you, Brother. All of these decisions that you seem to make and then resent us for. Though they do not make you worthy of your family’s respect. They simply make us pity you. Nothing more.

Queen Charlotte: What has happened to my wedding?
Brimsley: The bride seems to have run away, ma’am.

Edwina Sharma: [referring to Anthony] After a lifetime of filling my head with nonsense, of all this talk of great, gallant notions and looks between lovers. You have feelings for him! All this time, you wanted him for yourself.
Kate Sharma: No, that is not true.
Edwina Sharma: Oh, you cannot deny it now, Kate!

Edwina Sharma: You told me you hated him. But that only meant your feelings were strong. Do you love him?
Kate Sharma: Edwina, I…

Eloise Bridgerton: Perhaps the archbishop’s talk of lifelong covenants overwhelmed her. Perhaps Miss Edwina realized that marriage is, in fact, a prison for women.
Colin Bridgerton: Must you always be so you?
Eloise Bridgerton: How else should I be? Married and silent?

Queen Charlotte: A failed wedding with their queen presiding. As if I needed the embarrassment.
Lady Danbury: It is not your fault, Your Majesty.
Queen Charlotte: Lady Whistledown will make it so. “Her Majesty has picked poorly,” she will say. My once immaculate taste now questioned. Her words carry far too much import for my delicate comfort.

Queen Charlotte: You vouched for this family, did you not, Lady Danbury? I never would have entertained the thought of making Miss Edwina my diamond, let alone arranging this elaborate affair, if it was not for you. This is as much your blunder as anyone else’s. You must not forget that.
Lady Danbury: Indeed, I will not.

Prudence Featherington: [referring to Jack] We are already engaged, and he barely speaks to me. What sort of engagement is born of silence?
Lady Portia Featherington: Do as I say, child. Or would you rather be without any prospects, like Penelope?
Prudence Featherington: Heaven forbid.

Eloise Bridgerton: [referring to Theo] I had assumed ours was merely an intellectual bond, a friendship based in like-minded thought and rigorous conversation. But what if you are right? What if he feels more?
Penelope Featherington: I never said… El, do you want him to feel more?
Eloise Bridgerton: My feelings about his feelings do not matter if I do not know for a fact what it is he is feeling.

Eloise Bridgerton: I can accept certain mysteries. I may never know how men came to be considered leaders when women are clearly better suited. I may never understand why the modiste tortures her own clients with tight bodices and scratchy fabrics. I may never even know who is behind Lady Whistledown.
Penelope Featherington: And you could accept such a mystery?
Eloise Bridgerton: Of course not, but those are mysteries I may never solve. This one with Theo, Mr. Sharpe, I can.

Eloise Bridgerton: I suppose if I know for sure, it will be a relief. It is the not knowing that makes it feel like torment. To turn over in your mind the events of a mere conversation. To look at all of the evidence, and still not be sure. It is a pleasing, stimulating, thrilling kind of torment. Have you ever felt that way?
Penelope Featherington: No. I can only imagine such a thing.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Our places. Our roles. They align. I, as the viscount. You, as the diamond. Neither by our own choice. We are yoked to each other in that respect. It is why I never gave up pursuing you, even when some thought me a fool to continue. It is why I was not swayed by the insults of the Sheffields, or your lack of a dowry.
Edwina Sharma: Because you love me?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I understand you. I sympathize with you. In a certain light, I am you. We do not have the luxury of choice. We cannot escape our roles. But married, we may face these difficulties together.

Edwina Sharma: And what of my sister? What role will she play between us in the future?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: The thorn easily removed from the blossoming flower of our lives. She shall have no place in our future. Once we marry, she will return to India, as she wishes. And you and I will be free of her.
Edwina Sharma: And that is what you now wish?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: That is what I now know. The great distance between us will only bring you and I closer. But that future is only possible if you decide today to marry me.

Kate Sharma: You cannot be here.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Miss Sharma.
Kate Sharma: This is my place of refuge.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: A closet?
Kate Sharma: Yes. It may not be grand, but it met my main requirement when you were not present. So go and leave me in peace.

Kate Sharma: It seems my sister has finally become wise to all of it. In one way, I should be quite proud.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: So you intend simply to cease to help her, and hide in a closet as she ruins her life?
Kate Sharma: I have ruined her life.

Lady Danbury: Her Majesty wishes me to repair today’s situation. And for what may very well be the first time in my life, I do not know what to do.

Kate Sharma: I promised I would not consider myself until you and Mama were taken care of. I gave what I had without regret, and I would do it again, Bon. I still do it. I give what I have in order to protect you. Say something, Bon. Anything, please.
Edwina Sharma: I do not know which pains me more. Your betrayal or your pity.

Lady Danbury: Though it pains us so, both Lady Bridgerton and I are in agreement that it is up to Miss Edwina to decide her fate.
Queen Charlotte: Well, I did not realize the diamond outweighed the Crown.

Penelope Featherington: I am certain you will find your purpose one day. Everyone must eventually.
Colin Bridgerton: Have you found yours?
Penelope Featherington: Of course not. But I imagine it to be something both animating and satisfying. The type of venture that speaks not to who I am, but rather who I am to be. My purpose will challenge me to be brave and witty. My purpose will propel me far beyond the watchful glare of my mama. My purpose shall set me free.
Colin Bridgerton: What could possibly measure up to all that?

Colin Bridgerton: Your dreams are grander than you let on, Pen.
Penelope Featherington: Yes, they are mere fantasies, but I do believe we must allow ourselves those private moments so we may face reality armed with our reveries.

Eloise Bridgerton: [referring to Theo] It is vexing to think only of his thoughts when I should rather be thinking of my own.

Queen Charlotte: The challenge of the Crown is that it is tangible. It is a physical reminder of the position. It is why, say, Lady Whistledown circulates her pamphlets instead of trading in whispered rumor. A whisper is relevant for only as long as it is spoken, but a paper represents more. Its physical form grants permanence. The same cannot be said of true love, of course. It changes. It forgets. It forces you to remember who you once were. And it forces you to choose how you will live with it, again and again.

Edwina Sharma: How does one make that choice?
Queen Charlotte: That, I cannot dictate. I am your queen, but I suppose even I must recognize the importance of each person deciding what to do in the face of true love. Everyone deserves to make that choice, just as everyone deserves to feel its power. But one must know, it is the hardest and greatest choice one can ever make.

Lady Whistledown: It is a distinctly human act to marry. Animals require no contracts or dowries. The hen and the rooster make no vows.

Edwina Sharma: I cannot marry you, Lord Bridgerton. You cannot provide me with what it is that I want. What it is that I deserve. What everyone deserves. I may not know exactly what true love feels like, but I certainly know what it is not. It is not deception, or wandering eyes, or a role to be fulfilled. I cannot marry you because I cannot betray myself. You will never meet my eyes in the same manner that you met my sister’s on that altar today. You will never look at me the same way.

Edwina Sharma: You say you have spent your life trying to give me everything I lacked. But really, you simply gave me everything you really wanted for yourself, as though my life were not my own. I did not ask for any of it, Kate. So, today, I can be sure that what I leave behind is not my loss. It is yours. Your dream, your plan, your feelings that I had merely borrowed. Today, you have lost your power, while I have made up my own mind. And that is victory enough for me.

Lady Whistledown: Leave it to people to complicate matters with their ceremonies, and their cakes. Is it not a wonder that anyone marries at all? Indeed, some may call a wedding the ultimate act of faith. While others would venture that it is the ultimate act of fools.

Lady Whistledown: Eagerly awaiting two words. “I do.” Bride and groom declare intention alone, with no guarantee of happiness. Marriage amounts to little more than human ritual. We may not force the rooster or hen, yet we continue to collect eggs. Does that make us more complicated, or simply too stubborn to believe that we must orchestrate what nature has already ordained?

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Your sister is braver and wiser than us both. She had the courage to act on what she sensed between us. And here we are, standing perfectly still, having felt it for months.
Kate Sharma: I stand here because the moment we go, the moment we step foot outside those doors, we face the truth.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Of our situations?
Kate Sharma: Of our failures. We have indeed failed, my lord. Of our duties. Of our responsibilities. We have failed at it all. So forgive me if it is now my wish to suspend time. To delay the inevitable. To for a mere moment, not think of what comes next. To wait. Goodbye, my lord.
[they then passionately kiss]

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You do realize it is still possible for our family to endure whether I decide to marry or not? This line does not end with me.
Lady Violet Bridgerton: No. No, it does not. Are you to rely on your brothers then as your solution?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Do you need me to admit I made a mistake? Is that what you want? For me to tell you that I never should have asked Miss Edwina for her hand? That I never should have taken things this far? I realize I have indeed failed, at more things than you and Father will ever know.

Eloise Bridgerton: The queen thinks it is me. That I am Lady Whistledown.
Penelope Featherington: Are you being humorous?
Eloise Bridgerton: She has given me three days to confess. She is threatening my family, Pen. I should get rid of these. If the queen discovers I have all of these in possession, then it will only make me appear that much more guilty.
Penelope Featherington: But you are not guilty. El, this is a terrible mistake. We will somehow arrange to see Her Majesty. We must implore her to listen to reason.
Eloise Bridgerton: Oh, yes, because Her Majesty has always been so reasonable.

Benedict Bridgerton: Did you come to admonish me?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I only mean to say, you may be a second son, Brother, but that does not exempt you from familial duty altogether. It merely makes you second.

Benedict Bridgerton: Things may seem bleak now, Brother. But if I’m learning anything from my art studies, it’s that it is almost always a matter of perspective. I look at my art, and if I do not like what I see, I may always alter the color palette, but I certainly do not toss the entire design aside. Perhaps you too, could do the same in your own life.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Back to taking the tea, are we?
Benedict Bridgerton: At least just shave, will you?

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You must forgive me, Lady Mary. I have yet formally to apologize.
Lady Mary Sharma: It is not exactly a surprise. Men often take time to realize their culpability in such matters. It is quite the privilege, is it not?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You have every reason to scorn me. But I would be very much remiss if I did not tell you it was not my intention ever to cause your family as much strife as I now know I have done.

Edwina Sharma: I remember the books you used to read to me from Appa’s library. The stories of true love and happy endings against all odds. Did you yourself ever truly believe them? Or has everything you told me been a lie?
Kate Sharma: Of course I believe in true love. Of course I believe in happy endings. How could I not? You saw Appa and Mama, how happy they once were.
Edwina Sharma: What I saw is how even that ended in tragedy. Happy endings do not exist, Kate. At least not in real life.

Kate Sharma: There is nothing to speak about, my lord.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: We kissed.
Kate Sharma: We did not. Nothing happened between us. How could it? You were my sister’s intended. There is no world in which we could kiss.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Are you quite serious?
Kate Sharma: We did a terrible thing. We should be ashamed of what we did.

Penelope Featherington: [referring to Eloise confessing to being Whistledown] What will happen when the real Lady Whistledown decides to publish again?
Eloise Bridgerton: I no longer care what the real Lady Whistledown does, or does not, decide to do. She is dead to me. Pen, I have made my decision. At the very least, it will allow me a little more time to finally find the real writer, and make her pay for all of her crimes. I only wish to thank you. For always being such a loyal friend, whatever the circumstances.

Lady Whistledown: What is it about betrayal that excites us so? The ton itself has certainly felt its peculiar kind of frenzy after the promise of the wedding to end all weddings was broken. Yet this author has it on very good authority that the viscount’s failed nuptials may not be the only betrayal our dear Bridgertons must manage at present.

Lady Whistledown: Should our lives be distilled down to the sum total of our choices, then Miss Eloise Bridgerton has certainly made a dangerous, perhaps ruinous one. For she’s apparently been associating, unchaperoned, with improper company. Political radicals, in fact. It might be that the young miss spent a great deal of time considering her decisions. Or, perhaps, they were made in haste. Whatever the case may be, we all must remember, as one makes one’s bed, so one must lie in it.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Can you ever just agree? You have been like this from the moment we first met in those woods. Obstinate, inflexible, unyielding to good, plain common sense.
Kate Sharma: Well, I can certainly understand why that would be so troubling for a man like you. A man used to always getting his way. A man used to giving orders…
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I do not give orders.
Kate Sharma: You give me orders, and you expect me to listen. I do not listen.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Well, perhaps you should.
Kate Sharma: On, I shall never listen to you! Or to anyone I wholeheartedly disagree with!

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I have never met anyone like you. It is maddening, how much you consume my very being. My family is on the brink of ruin. I am nearly certain every last one of my brothers and sisters secretly despise me. My own mother, at that. Despite the fact I have lived the better part of my life for them. And yet still, all I find myself thinking about, all I find myself being able to breathe for, is you. Do you think that I want to be in this position? Contending with these thoughts of wanting to be nowhere except with you. Wanting to run away with you. Of acting on the most impure, forbidden desires, no matter how much I must remind myself I am a gentleman, and you are a lady. Of that scent. It has remained imprinted on my mind ever since the night of the conservatory ball on that terrace. Lilies.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You have to stop.
Kate Sharma: I have to stop?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: There is no other course of action to be concluded. You must stop!
Kate Sharma: It has been you. It has been you this entire time. Spinning my world off its axis, making me reconsider everything I have ever told myself. I came here resolved to save my family. Everything I have ever done has been for them…
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Has been for them.

Kate Sharma: You are the one who must stop. You are the one who must stop. Before…
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Before what? Before we both finally do something for ourselves?

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Please go inside. Go inside
Kate Sharma: What did I tell you about you and your orders?
[they start kissing]

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: [as they’re kissing] I will stop.
Kate Sharma: Do not stop.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I will stop.
Kate Sharma: Do not stop.
[they then make love on the grounds of the gazebo]

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: [referring to Kate] I do not think that I can see her.
Lady Violet Bridgerton: Losing Edmund was the most difficult time of my life. And the pain that I felt beyond description. But there is one thing that has given me at least some modicum of solace. It’s knowing that I would still choose the life I led with him, each and every time. And I would undoubtedly feel the same pain I felt all over again if I had to, because real, true love is worth it. No matter what. Do not lose her, Anthony. You cannot lose her.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I called on you. The morning after. I called on you to apologize. You deserved so much more than that. I took liberties. I did not want it to happen like that. So, I came to apologize.
Kate Sharma: Yes, you already said that.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: And to ask you to marry me.

Kate Sharma: My lord, I do not need you to ask me anything at all.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Kate.
Kate Sharma: I am returning to India. The moment I resolve matters with my sister, I am returning to India. It is decided.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: And what of your family’s financial affairs?
Kate Sharma: Lady Danbury has kindly offered to sponsor my mother and sister for another season. I am certain they will do perfectly well on their own, as it is clear I am of no help.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You are running away.
Kate Sharma: Please go. Go!

Eloise Bridgerton: People are already talking about us, Theo. And, no, I do not normally care what other people think. But, yes, I care about you. And if we continue on like this, I could not live with myself if you are the one who has to face the consequences.
Theo Sharpe: I should have known. That you could not be any different from all other ladies. It’s alright, Miss Bridgerton. You dipped your toe into my waters, trying to make yourself feel better about the unearned advantages of your birth. Now you can go back to your life, and I can go back to mine.

Edwina Sharma: Was there always something between you and the viscount? Were you lying to me all along?
Kate Sharma: I was lying to myself. Perhaps there was something between us, but I truly did not know it until it was too late.
Edwina Sharma: But once you knew, why did you not tell me? Why wait for me to put it together on my own like a fool?
Kate Sharma: I thought I could deny my feelings. But…
Edwina Sharma: They were too strong.

Benedict Bridgerton: You seem to have the melancholy of heartbreak about you.
Eloise Bridgerton: What would you know about heartbreak?
Benedict Bridgerton: I would not really. But I have felt it in paintings. In a Gainsborough portrait, or a Turner sky.
Eloise Bridgerton: And what does one feel in a Bridgerton?
Benedict Bridgerton: Disappointment. Lack of inspiration.

Eloise Bridgerton: I, too, know what it is like to feel oneself an imposter. Parading around ballrooms in feathered frocks, pretending to be someone I am not. I truly do not want to go to this dreadful ball tonight, even if I know Pen will be there. She finds me quite foolish too, at present.
Benedict Bridgerton: Would you like a companion?
Eloise Bridgerton: What? Of course I would not.
Benedict Bridgerton: Because I am apparently free. Impostor party of two?

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: [referring to their father] We do not talk about him enough, do we?
Gregory Bridgerton: I do not know much about him at all.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: That is because I have shown up far too late for far too many things. Your father was the best man I’ve ever known. He was good for a laugh, of course, but he was courageous, and never afraid to fight. Not just for his family, but for everything else too.

Lady Mary Sharma: Kate. I hope your return to India is not because of some eagerness to flee what is difficult. I know the feeling too well, and I can tell you, it is never the wise choice.

Lady Mary Sharma: [to Kate] You never had to earn your place in this family. I loved you from the day I met you. Oh, love is not something that is ever owed. You came into my life, as a daughter, and I never saw you as anything else. It grieves me to think you do not believe you deserve all of the love in the world.

Kate Sharma: He was going to ask me to marry him. The viscount. And I could not allow it, Mama. He was going to ask me out of mere obligation, some misguided notion of duty after the two of us. He does not love me, Mama. And I could not allow it.

Eloise Bridgerton: [as they arrive at the Featherington ball] I cannot do this tonight. I am sorry, Mama. I fear I must disappoint you yet again.
Lady Violet Bridgerton: The only thing that would disappoint me is seeing you starting to care what anyone else thinks. That would not be you. I do not want you keeping things from me ever again. Now, you have come thus far this season. It would be a shame for you to turn back now.

Edwina Sharma: [referring to Anthony] You will not be able to avoid him all night, Didi. And you should not attempt to. At least, not on my behalf. Be the sister I know that you are. Be funny, and brave, and feeling. Be unafraid to follow your heart after doing the exact opposite for far too long. You have spent so much of your time shining your light on me. It is time for you to shine all on your own.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: We should continue to keep our distance between us, in light of the…
Kate Sharma: Perhaps we should not. Perhaps the spectators might take pity on me. I was on the dance floor days after a terrible injury to the head. Perhaps I needed someone to steady me. Make sure I was alright. Perhaps you were the first person I found.

Kate Sharma: Are you going to ask me to dance? One last time?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Are you going to say yes?
[she offers him her hand]

Kate Sharma: [as everyone is staring at them while they dance] Do you want to stop?
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Just keep looking at me. No one else matters.

Edwina Sharma: [referring to Kate and Anthony dancing] I think they look beautiful together.
Queen Charlotte: Beautiful, indeed. Do they not? Do they not?
Guests: Of course, Your Majesty.

Queen Charlotte: Miss Edwina, have I yet told you about my nephew? He is a prince. And he is available.

Penelope Featherington: [after Eloise finds out Penelopse is Whistledown] I’m so sorry. You are right about all of it. I was trying to protect you.
Eloise Bridgerton: Is that what you were doing?! By writing about me in your latest sheet? By telling the entire world about things I trusted you with?!
Penelope Featherington: It was the only way to convince the queen it wasn’t you. It was the only way I could save you.
Eloise Bridgerton: The only person you were interested in saving was yourself. All so you could keep making money, at a cost to everyone else.

Eloise Bridgerton: I do not even know you. I look at you now, and all I feel is pity for you. Sequestered here in this very room, writing your secret little scandal sheet, tarnishing everyone in town, all because you are too scared to stand up for yourself in reality. You are something, Penelope. An insipid wallflower, indeed.

Penelope Featherington: At least I did something. All you ever do is talk about doing something. You’ve all these great ambitions, these great plans, but I am the one who actually did something great. And you cannot stand it, can you?! And what do you think that makes you?
Eloise Bridgerton: I wish never to see or speak to you again.

Lady Portia Featherington: You’re leaving. Alone. Never touch me again.
Jack: Portia, we are a team. And an excellent one at that.
Lady Portia Featherington: Oh, I already have a team. They are three young ladies, often nettling and contrary, but they are mine. And it is clear to me that you do not care about them at all, so I am sending you away with your favorite person. Yourself.

Jack: You are cruel.
Lady Portia Featherington: I am a mother. And you are not leaving any worse off than when you arrived. With nothing.

Lord Fife: [as Penelope overhears them] Penelope Featherington? The way you were dancing with her looked rather interesting. You courting the girl, Bridgerton?
Colin Bridgerton: Ah. Are you mad? I would never dream of courting Penelope Featherington. Not in your wildest fantasies, Fife.

Benedict Bridgerton: [after announcing he’s to leave the art academy] I know about your donation, Brother. You were trying to help in your own misguided way. Perhaps because you sensed the truth, which is that I’m simply not good enough.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Benedict, stop. You’re beginning to sound like me. If you want to paint, paint. It is one of your many talents. Chief among them, your natural gift for seeing what others need, even when they cannot see it themselves. It is a gift that has taken me far too long to recognize, but I would not have done, if it were not for you.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I was fearful of losing you. It is why I could not visit you after your accident. I could not bring myself to… I love you. I’ve loved you from the moment we raced each other in that park. I’ve loved you at every dance, on every walk, every time we’ve been together, and every time we’ve been apart. You do not have to accept it. You do not have to embrace it, or even allow it. Knowing you, you probably will not. But you must know it, in your heart. You must feel it because I do. I love you.
Kate Sharma: I do not know what to say.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: You do not have to say anything.
Kate Sharma: I do not think there is anything else to say, other than I love you too.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I want a life that suits us both. I know I am imperfect, but I will humble myself before you, because I cannot imagine my life without you. And that is why I wish to marry you.
Kate Sharma: You do know there will never be a day where you do not vex me.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Is that a promise, Kathani Sharma?
Kate Sharma: Yes. Yes, it is a promise.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Well, then. It seems the two of us are finally seeing eye-to-eye on something.
Kate Sharma: I suppose we are.
[she kisses him]

Penelope Featherington: It has been said that silence can wield more power than words. No one knows that better than me. It is in silence where one may find truth. All one has to do, I suppose, is listen for it. I know there will always be times when silence is necessary. And, of course, times when it is not.

Lady Whistledown: Gentle reader, you thought I was silenced, but you thought wrong. And if there is one thing you should know by now, it is that this author cannot keep quiet for long. Yours truly, Lady Whistledown.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: [as they are kissing each other in bed] Viscountess. You seem to have outdone yourself today.
Kate Sharma: You do know my duties are particularly important to me.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Perhaps you’d like to go again. Seeing as you are so very dutiful.
Kate Sharma: Well, what would be dutiful is meeting your family outside before they realize we are ignoring them.

Eloise Bridgerton: [referring to Kate and Anthony] Away traveling for six months. Now they take six hours coming down the stairs.
Daphne Basset: Six is nothing when you are a newlywed.

Lord Anthony Bridgerton: He’s your dog.
Kate Sharma: And yours through marriage.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: I do not recall ever making such an agreement.
Kate Sharma: Ah, well, that is between you and him.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: He does not listen to me.
Kate Sharma: You believe I do?

Daphne Basset: [referring to their game of pall-mall] I suppose that means they are cutting out.
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: No! No! We’re not cutting out!
Kate Sharma: No, not a chance!
Lord Anthony Bridgerton: Unless we want to take this opportunity to return upstairs?
Kate Sharma: And admit defeat? Never.
[they kiss lovingly]