calyman
22-06-2010, 01:30 PM
What might have been............
Mr Darcy - Ben
Elizabeth Bennet - Scabby/Chippy
Scene: In the Boudoir of Scabby
Mr Darcy: Madame would you care for a gentle perambulation around the grounds, perchance to linger in the vicinity of your fragrant smoking area for a tête-à-tête?
Elizabeth: Dear Mr Darcy, you are suddenly so forward in your endeavours regarding me, so why don’t you shut the F”*’ up.
Mr Darcy: Madame, you have the most singular choice of language.
Elizabeth: Mr Darcy, you don’t know me, so I don’t give 10 shades of faeces what you think.
Mr Darcy: Dear Elizabeth, I am enthralled by your earthy and imaginative articulations. Are you by any chance an Actress?
Elizabeth: How very F*”#*n dare you Mr Darcy, you mean less to me than the faeces which emanates from my mouth
Mr Darcy: Dearest Elizabeth, I meant no harm, I only wished to assure you I am captivated by your elusive femininity.
Elizabeth: Why don’t you just let your man servant be schooled in the habits so detested by my Antipodean cousin, the Honourable John James, or are you just a practitioner of onanism?
Mr Darcy, You, you……allude of the love that dare not speak it’s name?
Elizabeth: I do not need to concern myself with your unwanted attentions any longer Mr Darcy, I have girlish matters to attend with my bosom friend Caoimhe. She is more of a man than you will ever be.
Mr Darcy: Dearest Elizabeth, you have wounded me with your bitter words but as I still regard your fragrant femininity with deepest regard, I shall pass off your misandry as a temporary aberation.
Elizabeth: Oh shut the F”@* up you onanist
Mr Darcy: Then I bid you Good Day, Madame!
Elizabeth: Give us a hug....is it 5 o'clock yet?
Mr Darcy - Ben
Elizabeth Bennet - Scabby/Chippy
Scene: In the Boudoir of Scabby
Mr Darcy: Madame would you care for a gentle perambulation around the grounds, perchance to linger in the vicinity of your fragrant smoking area for a tête-à-tête?
Elizabeth: Dear Mr Darcy, you are suddenly so forward in your endeavours regarding me, so why don’t you shut the F”*’ up.
Mr Darcy: Madame, you have the most singular choice of language.
Elizabeth: Mr Darcy, you don’t know me, so I don’t give 10 shades of faeces what you think.
Mr Darcy: Dear Elizabeth, I am enthralled by your earthy and imaginative articulations. Are you by any chance an Actress?
Elizabeth: How very F*”#*n dare you Mr Darcy, you mean less to me than the faeces which emanates from my mouth
Mr Darcy: Dearest Elizabeth, I meant no harm, I only wished to assure you I am captivated by your elusive femininity.
Elizabeth: Why don’t you just let your man servant be schooled in the habits so detested by my Antipodean cousin, the Honourable John James, or are you just a practitioner of onanism?
Mr Darcy, You, you……allude of the love that dare not speak it’s name?
Elizabeth: I do not need to concern myself with your unwanted attentions any longer Mr Darcy, I have girlish matters to attend with my bosom friend Caoimhe. She is more of a man than you will ever be.
Mr Darcy: Dearest Elizabeth, you have wounded me with your bitter words but as I still regard your fragrant femininity with deepest regard, I shall pass off your misandry as a temporary aberation.
Elizabeth: Oh shut the F”@* up you onanist
Mr Darcy: Then I bid you Good Day, Madame!
Elizabeth: Give us a hug....is it 5 o'clock yet?