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Bridget: I
love you. I always have and I always will. Oh. I don't love you,
and I never have, and... I never will. Sorry.
Darcy: Come in.
Hello, Bridget.
Bridget: Hello, Mark. Er... I'm sorry, I'm disturbing you.
Darcy: Well, yes, a bit.
Bridget: I'll just... sit outside while you finish.
Santiago: No, no, no, please, say what you have to say, young
lady.
Darcy: Mr. Santiago is the Peruvian Secretary for Trade. And
Mr. Hernandez is his number two.
Bridget: Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello.
Santiago: How can we help you, young lady?
Bridget: Well, I just wanted to tell Mr. Darcy here that I
heard what magnificient work he actually did releasing me from
prison. Tiny, tiny misunderstanding to do with an enormous stash of cocaine.
And I also wanted to say, since having found out that his
girlfriend is actually a lesbian,.. that I love him. Always
have. Always will. And that I'm... you know... available for dates... if
he should _____1_____.
Santiago: So, your girlfriend is a lesbian.
Darcy: Look, if you'll all just excuse us for a second... I
think we should... Bridget, that was not the most romantic
proposition I've ever heard.
Bridget: Well, maybe it is romantic because it's not. I
mean... I know there's no music playing, and it's not snowing,
but that doesn't mean that it, that it can't really be
something.
Darcy: You're right. In fact, there's a question I've been
meaning to ask you.
Bridget: All right. As long as it's not "Will you marry me?"
Oh, God. It is "Will you marry me?"
Darcy: Well, I'm not gonna say it now. It's not the moment.
Bridget: Is it "Will you marry me?"
Darcy: The moment's gone.
Bridget: No. No, no, no. No, wait, wait.
Darcy: Bridget.
Bridget: Start again.
Darcy: No.
Bridget: Start again.
Darcy: I'm not gonna... It's...
Bridget: We've just stepped out
into the corridor, and you say "I've got a
question to ask you" and I don't say anything. And... And... You
say...
Darcy: Bridget Jones, will you marry me? |
