Feb 1, 2024
Anthony: I suppose I have a slight tendency to be a bit critical.
Eloise: Suppose?!
Daphne: Slight?!
Colin: Tendency?!
Benedict: A bit?!
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@incorrect-bridgerton-family
Anthony: I suppose I have a slight tendency to be a bit critical.
Eloise: Suppose?!
Daphne: Slight?!
Colin: Tendency?!
Benedict: A bit?!
Sophie: I just realized something… I had a bad childhood.
Benedict: Yeah, I know.
Sophie: What do you mean you know?
Benedict: Look at you.
Sophie: What do you mean look at me?
Benedict: Look at how you stand. People who had good childhoods don’t stand like that.
Penelope: Here you go, Elliot. [Hands him a cookie]
Colin: [Grabs the cookie] Mmm, yummy.
Penelope: Colin!!!
Colin: Why should the child go first? I am far larger. And hungrier!
Francesca: I am a wild card.
Eloise: What are you talking about? You’re not a wild card. You’re the card that you get on the top of the deck that has all the instructions on it.
Benedict: You lied to me?
Sophie: I may have.
Benedict: You may have or you did?
Sophie: I may have did.
Love begins again
Sophie: The idea of romance is a waste of time. Do you think I need affirmations, and useless, empty statements? It’s all lies, nobody cares that much, love is dead-
Benedict: I wrote this poem for you.
Sophie, tearing up: You did???
Hyacinth: We are a great team because we are different.
Eloise: True. I am always right, and you are always wrong.
Hazel: Things could be worse, you know.
Sophie: How?
Hazel: How what?
Sophie: How could they be worse?
Hazel: They couldn’t. I lied.
Penelope: You do realize there is a rumor going around that you are in love with the Lady in Silver?
Benedict: A rumor? Are you telling me people are doubting it?
Cressida: I feel things are awkward between us. Don’t you?
Penelope: I’m okay with it being awkward between us.
Michaela: I think you’re still suffering the effects of your party last night.
Francesca: All I drank was wine.
Michaela: How many?
Francesca: …Eighteen.
Benedict: Ow!
Sophie: What’s wrong?
Benedict: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow.
Sophie: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was seven.
Eloise: Sophie, you go big or you go home. And you don’t seem like the type of girl who goes home.
Sophie: I’m not. I don’t even really have a home.
Benedict: It has come to my attention that you have been harassing Sophie.
Araminta: I wouldn’t say ‘harassing’ so much as persistently tormenting.
Michaela: Hey, I have kind of a crazy idea-
Francesca: Those are never comforting words coming from you.
Benedict: Look, I know you think my judgment is clouded just because I’m into Sophie.
Anthony: You doodled your wedding invitations here, see, ‘Benedict and Sophie Forever’!
Benedict: No, that’s our joint tombstone.
