Elizabeth, You Resemble Nothing So Much As

Francesca: It's Still A Bit Cold Yet. Michael: Never Stopped John And Me. Francesca: Yes, Well, You're Scottish. Your Blood Circulates Quite Well Half Frozen.

Did You Know I Dream About Your Hair? I Use To Say It Was The Color Of The Sun At Sunset, But I'm Wrong. It's Brighter Than The Sun, Just As You Are.

I Would Give The World To Have One More Person For Whom I Would Lay Down My Life.

He Ought To Buy Her A New Dress. She Would Never Accept It, Of Course, But Maybe If Her Current Garments Were Accidentally Burned... ...but How Could He Manage To Burn Her Dress? She'd Have To Not Be Wearing It, And That Posed A Certain Challenge In And Of Itself.

If He Was Planning To Attack And Ravish, He Gave No Indication Of Being In A Hurry To Do So.