Movie: Persuasion (Persuasion) (2007)

Mr. Eliot is a heartless and unscrupulous man. He is calculating, cold-blooded creature, and thinks only of himself. His reconciliation with your father for a reason. He heard in London that Sir Walter Elliot can marry a companion of his daughter.
- Mrs. Clay?
And if she would bear him an heir, of course, the child will inherit everything instead of Elliot.
But he's already rich.
- Of course. He married a poor wife for money. Only because of this. But now he wants more than to become a baronet. He can't stand the idea that he is not Sir Williams.
- And why he wants to marry me?
His admiration for you is sincere to the extent. Although it does not prevent him to flirt with Mrs. Clay at the same time. In fact, he promised to make her his mistress in London, as soon as he marries you. He will do anything to your father again married.

- I'm not the best company.
- My dear cousin, you are too modest to let the world know at least half of your talents.

And I'm sure over time they will become very similar. Captain Benwick again be in a good, joyful mood, and she...
- Entice painful poetry.
- So.

- How's your brother?
- He thinks I'm an idiot. You have no idea, Harry, how I, how I cursed his damn pride. If I had a head on his shoulders to grab their own happiness, when I again had the chance. Then it would be none of this happened.
- I'm not sure I understand what you mean.
- I pretended indifference to her, while I just was angry and resentful. Too late, too late I began to understand myself and her. Never, I have never met her equal in purity of character. She's... she's perfect. I've never loved anyone but her.

- Come here, Anne, we must not be late. Don't forget, we received an invitation from lady Dalrymple.
I'm sorry, but I already agreed to spend the evening with a school friend.
- Not with this boring old widow, who lives in Westgate?
- Mrs. Smith. Yes. Westgate. Excuse me.
- And who is, I'm sorry, Mrs. Smith? One of the 5 thousand Smiths, with whom you can always meet? Mark my word, miss Anne Elliot, you have a very unusual taste. To put this man's relatives, who belong to the highest British and Irish nobility. Mrs. Smith.
- Maybe she's not the only poor widow in bath with little income and with a simple name. Have a good night.

- Dalrymple themselves do not represent themselves, but we should always maintain family ties. And everywhere they think it's a good company.
- My understanding of good company, Mr Elliot, is the company of clever, educated people who know how to carry on a conversation.
- You are mistaken. It is not a good company. This is the perfect. No, a good company requires only birth and manners. As for education, I'm afraid that it does not matter.

It is a shame that we haven't been introduced to each other.
- Given that father and Mr. Elliot don't talk since his failed marriage, I don't think performance would be helpful.

- You have done well, so had a long conversation with poor Benwick last night. I never saw that he so long talked.
After some time we found a common interest. In poetry.
- It can't read. Day-to-day. He is never happier than when reading insensitive descriptions of hopeless agony or separated hearts, destroyed by anger.
Yes. I tried to recommend it a lot different of prose for the daily reader.

A man does not forget a woman as fast as you forget us.
- I would not say that the nature of women more fickle than men.
But all poetry and all novels are against you. They endlessly tell us about the insignificance of women.
- Aren't they all written by men?
- Yes, miss Elliot. Maybe so. It seems that here we will not come to an agreement.
- I never said that the full regularity inherent only in women. But one claim about my sex I can do, we love longest when all hope is already lost.

The Admiralty amused, sending in a sea of people on the ship, so they are not sitting idle...

You can never rely on a weak spirit that is open to persuasion.

- You'll be glad to know that I decided to settle down.
- Really? I'm glad to hear it. You already have someone in mind?
- No, no. I am ready to marry any woman from 15 to 30 years. A little beauty, a smile, a compliment to the sailor, and I'm going to be lost.
- Will you, Frederick.
- And what right does the uncouth sailor to expect any better?

But I did not think that the man in the service should think about marriage.
- On the frigate at wartime is no place for a woman. A long separation is difficult for both.
- It's true. There's nothing worse than separation.

- Of course I remember captain Benwick. He's engaged to Harville's sister.
She died last summer while Benwick was at the Cape.
- Oh, no. What a mess.
Yes. 5 years they were waiting for a condition that would satisfy her family. Now he has it, but unfortunately, it's too late.