Longbourn, Post-novel
Mr Bennet: "Dysfunctional is the word, my good sir!"
Lizzy: "Mr. Dan, I agree with your views in every particular. Right, husband?" (winks at Darcy)
Mr. Darcy: "Indeed." (smiles at Lizzy)
Mrs Bennet: "Oh! My nerves! That odious man! Kitty, fetch my smelling salts!" (bursts into wild sobbing)
(Jane and Mr. Bingley are strolling through the garden, oblivious to everything except their fully bloomed love.)
Kitty: (handing her mother the smelling salts, coughs) "Well, I may be silly, but at least I did not elope and bring disgrace on the family!"
Lydia: (ignoring Kitty) "La! I don't care if the man admires me or not! He is only an American farmer, and I prefer to be loved by a British redcoat! Right, my beloved Wickham?" (bats her eyes adoringly at him)
Wickham: (forces a cheesy smile at her) "Yes, dear."
Mary: "Who is this Billy Graham gentleman? Does he care for Fordyce's sermons and long concertos on the pianoforte?
The End
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