Captain Wentworth: I have loved none but you. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone I think and plan. Have you not seen this?
Anne Elliot: Captain... Captain. Are you going?
Captain Wentworth: Yes.
Anne Elliot: Is the first half at least not worth staying for?
Captain Wentworth: No. There's nothing worth me staying for. Good night.
Captain Wentworth: This is Henrietta and Louisa Musgrove, and this is Miss... Elliot.
Captain Harville: Miss Anne Elliot?
Anne Elliot: Yes.
Sir Walter Elliot: I must say, though, the worst of Bath is the number of plain women. I frequently observe that one pretty face would be followed by five and thirty frights.
Captain Wentworth: Miss Elliot, I can bear this no longer. You pierce my soul. I'm half agony, half hope. Unjust I may have been. Weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it eight years ago.
