Mr. Darcy: How are you this evening, my dear?
Elizabeth Bennet: Very well... although I wish you would not call me "my dear."
Mr. Darcy: (chuckles) Why?
Elizabeth Bennet: Because it's what my father always calls my mother when he's cross about something.
Mr. Darcy: What endearments am I allowed?
Elizabeth Bennet: Well let me think... Lizzie for every day, My Pearl for Sundays, and... Goddess Divine, but only on very special occasions.
Mr. Darcy: And what should I call you when I am cross? Mrs. Darcy?
Elizabeth Bennet: No! You may only call me Mrs. Darcy when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy.
Mr. Darcy: Then how are you this evening, Mrs. Darcy?
(he kisses her on the forehead)
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy...
(he kisses her on the right cheek)
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy...
(he kisses her on the nose)
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy...
(he kisses her on the left cheek)
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy...
(and finally, he kisses her on the mouth)
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Soul mate: two little words, one big concept. A belief that someone, somewhere, is holding the key to your heart.