aduh saya belum ngerjain.
gimana dong?
deadlinenya udah deket banget pula.
gaada ide pisan.
ARGH! x(
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gimana dong?
deadlinenya udah deket banget pula.
gaada ide pisan.
ARGH! x(
-sekitar jam 10an malem kalo ga salah-
A : Wah udah jam segini! Aduh gw buru² balik kosan dulu ya, B!
B : Eh eh tungguin lah, gw jg mau balik ah sekalian barengan!
A : Lah, trus kunci labnya mau dibawa siapa?
B : Ah, iya ya. Yaudalah titipin Common lagi aja. Tunggu ya, gw titipin kunci dulu.
-abis itu si B langsung menuju Commonlabz-
B : *abis ngetok common, pintu dibuka* Eh, C, boleh nitip kunci prolab ga? Saya ama si A mau balik duluan soalnya di lab dah gaada orang, besok takutnya kita gabisa dtg pagi.
C : Oh gitu? Oke gapapa kok..
B : Sip! Makasih ya, ntar saya kasitau anak² kalo kuncinya saya titipin disini.
-besok paginya-
B : *telepon berdering* Hallo.
D : B, katanya kunci Prolab dititipin ke Common? Kok katanya prolab gaada nitip kunci sama skali?
B : Ah masa? Kmaren bneran gw titipin ke Common ah!
D : Bneran? Jam berapa nitipnya?
B : Sekitar jam 10 maleman lah.
D : *nanya ke anak common* Hah? masa? B, katanya jam segitu di lab udah gada org katanya. Lagi pada balik cepet smua anak² commonnya!
B : *shocking* Ah boong! Kmaren gw nitipin ke si C kok. Dia ada di lab!
D : Oh si C, yaudah gw telpon si C dulu. *nutup telpon*
-telepon berdering lagi-
B : Iya gmn D? ketemu di C kan?
D : Ngga B, ga ketemu. Tadi gw telpon si C katanya kemaren dia ga ke Common sama sekali. Dia lagi sakit, jadi diem di kosan..
B : Astaghfirullah! Trus kemaren gw nitipin ke siapa?
Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past few months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you. I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth, my rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.
Elizabeth Bennet: I don't understand.
Mr. Darcy: I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honour of accepting my hand.
Elizabeth Bennet: Sir, I appreciate the struggle you have been through, and I am very sorry to have caused you pain. Believe me, it was unconsciously done.
Mr. Darcy: Is this your reply?
Elizabeth Bennet: Yes, sir.
Mr. Darcy: Are you... are you laughing at me?
Elizabeth Bennet: No.
Mr. Darcy: Are you *rejecting* me?
Elizabeth: I'm sure that the feelings which, as you've told me have hindered your regard, will help you in overcoming it.
Mr. Darcy: Might I ask why, with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus repulsed?
Elizabeth Bennet: And I might as well enquire why, with so evident a design of insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your better judgment.
Mr. Darcy: No, believe me, I didn't mean--
Elizabeth Bennet: If I was uncivil, then that is some excuse. But I have other reasons, you know I have.
Mr. Darcy: What reasons?
Elizabeth Bennet: Do you think anything might tempt me to accept the man who has ruined, perhaps forever, the happiness of a most beloved sister? Do you deny that you separated a young couple who loved each other, exposing your friend to the world for caprice and my sister to derision for disappointed hopes, involving them both in misery of the acutest kind?
Mr. Darcy: I do not deny it.
Elizabeth Bennet: How could you do it?
Mr. Darcy: Because I believed your sister to be indifferent to him.
Elizabeth Bennet: Indifferent?
Mr. Darcy: I watched them most carefully and realized his attachment was deeper than hers.
Elizabeth Bennet: That's because she's shy!
Mr. Darcy: Bingley, too, is modest and was persuaded she didn't feel strongly for him--
Elizabeth Bennet: Because you suggested it!
Mr. Darcy: I did it for his own good!
Elizabeth Bennet: My sister hardly shows her true feelings to me. [pauses] I suppose you suspect that his fortune had some bearing?
Mr. Darcy: No! I wouldn't do your sister the dishonor, though it was suggested...
Elizabeth Bennet: What was?
Mr. Darcy: It was made perfectly clear that an advantageous marriage...
Elizabeth Bennet: Did my sister give that impression?
Mr. Darcy: No! No. No, there was, however, I have to admit, the matter of your family...
Elizabeth Bennet: Our want of connection? Mr. Bingley didn't seem to vex himself about that--
Mr. Darcy: No, it was more than that.
Elizabeth Bennet: How, sir?
Mr. Darcy: It was the lack of propriety shown by your mother, your three younger sisters, even on occasion your father.
[pauses]
Forgive me. You and your sister I must exclude from this.
Elizabeth Bennet: And what about Mr. Wickham?
Mr. Darcy: Mr.. Wickham?
Elizabeth Bennet: What excuse can you give for your behavior towards him?
Mr. Darcy: You take an eager interest in that gentleman's concerns.
Elizabeth Bennet: He told me of his misfortunes.
Mr. Darcy: Oh, yes, his misfortunes have been very great indeed.
Elizabeth Bennet: You ruin his chances and yet you treat him with sarcasm.
Mr Darcy: So this is your opinion of me. Thank you for explaining so fully. Perhaps these offences might have been overlooked had not your pride been hurt by my honesty...
Elizabeth Bennet: My pride?
Mr. Darcy: ...in admitting scruples about our relationship. Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances?
Elizabeth Bennet: And those are the words of a gentleman. From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realize that you were the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.
(Pause.)
[He leans in towards her, as if about to kiss her]
Mr Darcy: Forgive me, madam, for taking up so much of your time.
Elizabeth Bennet: I couldn't sleep.LUMER SAYA!!! HIYAAAHHH! >_<
Mr. Darcy: Nor I. My aunt--
Elizabeth Bennet: Yes, she was here.
Mr. Darcy: How can I ever make amends for such behavior?
Elizabeth: After what you have done for Lydia, and I suspect for Jane also, it is I who should be making amends.
Mr. Darcy: You must know, surely you must know, it was all for you. You are to generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night and it has taught me to hope as I had scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings had changed, I will have to tell you, you have bewitched me body and soul and I love...I love... I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.
Elizabeth Bennet: Well then...
[takes Mr. Darcy's hands and kisses them]
Your hands are cold.
Mr. Darcy: [nods]
[sitting in front of the lake]
(Alternate USA ending)
Mr. Darcy: How are you this evening, my dear?
Elizabeth Bennet: Very well. Only I wish you would not call me "my dear".
Mr. Darcy: Why?
Elizabeth Bennet: Because it's what my father always called my mother when he's cross about something.
Mr. Darcy: What endearments am I allowed?
Elizabeth Bennet: Well let me think..."Lizzy" for everyday, "My Pearl" for Sundays, and..."Goddess Divine", but only on very special occasions.
Mr. Darcy: [Chuckles] And...what should I call you when I'm cross? "Mrs. Darcy"?
Elizabeth Bennet: [Smiling] No! No. You may only call me "Mrs. Darcy"... when you are completely, perfectly, and incandescently happy.
Mr. Darcy: [chuckles] How are you this evening... Mrs. Darcy? [kisses her forehead]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy... [kisses her left cheek]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy... [kisses her nose]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy... [kisses her right cheek]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy... [they kiss]
Elizabeth Bennet: Now, if every young man in the room does not end the evening in love with you, I am no judge of beauty.
Jane Bennet: Or men.
Elizabeth Bennet: No, they are far too easy to judge.
Jane Bennet: They're not all bad.
Elizabeth Bennet: Humorless poppycocks, in my limited experience.
Jane Bennet: One of these days, Lizzy, someone will catch your eye, and then you'll have to watch your tongue.
Mr. Bennet: Shut the door, please, Elizabeth. Lizzy, are you out of your senses? I thought you hated the man.
Elizabeth Bennet: No, Papa.
Mr. Bennet: He's rich, to be sure, and you will have more fine carriages than Jane. But will that make you happy?
Elizabeth Bennet: Have you no other objection than your belief in my indifference?
Mr. Bennet: None at all. We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of fellow. But this would be nothing if you really liked him.
Elizabeth Bennet: I do like him.
Mr. Bennet: Well...
Elizabeth Bennet: I love him. He's not proud. I was wrong. I was entirely wrong about him. You don't know him, Papa. If I told you what he was really like, what he's done...
Mr. Bennet: What has he done?
Mr. Bennet: Good Lord. I must pay him back.
Elizabeth Bennet: No. You mustn't tell anyone. He wouldn't want it. We misjudged him, Papa. Me more than anyone in every way. Not just in this matter. I've been nonsensical. But he's been a fool about, about Jane, about so many other things. But then, so have I. You see, he and I are...he and I are so similar. We're both so stubborn. Papa, I...
Mr. Bennet: [smiling] You really do love him, don't you?
Elizabeth Bennet: Very much.
Mr. Bennet: I cannot believe that anyone can deserve you. But it seems I am overruled. So I heartily give my consent.
[Elizabeth hugs him]
I could not have parted with you, my Lizzie, to anyone less worthy.
Elizabeth Bennet: [kisses his forehead] Thank you.
[Elizabeth leaves the room]
Mr. Bennet: If any young men come for Mary or Kitty, for heaven's sake, send them in. I'm quite at my leisure.