Keira Knightley Monologues

Well, I was born in Surrey. My whole family are from there. My mum was a journalist before she married my dad. They never fought. Or at least we never heard them fight. Charlie's the oldest, then Benny, then me. We had a sister but she died when she was born. I still think about her.

I don't know, I just… I love records. I mean, they're not for everyone, you know? You really have to take care of vinyl. It's very delicate, it can get wrecked so easily. You really have to love it. Do you hear how full it sounds? Now, what you want to buy is a thicker record. They're more stable. The grooves in them are sort of deeper and wider. You get more detail. I mean, they're harder to carry around 'cause they're heavier, but they're worth it. You know, my parents have this… It's an amazing turntable. It's vintage, cherry wood Victor 45. Oh! Perfect tone. All the original parts. I can't wait to hear it again.

Well you see that's where we got a problem because I didn't get a chance to retrieve my identification before fleeing my home during a deadly riot. However, we were fortunate enough to hitch a ride with a very nice trucker who turns out, hired a hit man to assist him in a suicide thus bestowing us with this. This beautiful mode of transportation. So… the answer is no… no license or registration here. However, given the current situation with the *** whistles while pointing to the sky *** couldn't you find it in your heart to set aside the law, just this once, and let us on our way so that I can give my friend here a fighting chance of being with the one he loves before we all reach our untimely conclusion?

God, it's the end of the world, and I'm still 15 minutes late.

My name is Gabrielle Colette and the hand that holds the pen writes history.

The hand that holds the pen writes history.

You hurt and you hurt and you hurt, and you think that by saying "I'm a man, that's what men do", you clear it all away.

I can read you like the top line of an optician's chart.

Isn't that what our whole marriage has been? Wasn't I the best investment you ever made? No dowry, but my God, she can write for her keep!

When you raise your eyelids it's as if you were taking off all my clothes. Don't look away. Look at me. Look at me looking at you.

You found me when I knew nothing. You moulded me to your own designs, to your desires. And you thought that I could never break free.

Yes, this is the dangerous, lucid hour. Now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days.

Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which is why I will end up an old maid.

And that put paid to it. I wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love?

Of a fine stout love, it may. But if it is only a vague inclination I'm convinced one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead

Dancing. Even if one's partner is barely tolerable.

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.

He's been a fool about so many things, about Jane, and others... but then, so have I. You see, he and I are so similar.

No... No, I prefer to be unsociable and taciturn... Makes it all so much more enjoyable, don't you think?

Do these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment, or are they the result of previous study?

Oh, believe me, no one would suspect your manners to be rehearsed.

He is not proud. I was wrong, I was entirely wrong about him. You don't know him, Papa. If I told you what he's really like, what he's done.

Yes, we often walk to Meryton. It's a great opportunity to meet new people. In fact, when you met us, we'd just had the pleasure of forming a new acquaintance.

He's been so unfortunate as to lose your friendship. I dare say that is an irreversible event.

To make out your character.

If I was uncivil, then that is some excuse. But I have other reasons, you know I have.

Do you think anything might tempt me to accept the hand of the man who has ruined, perhaps for ever, the happiness of a most beloved sister? Do you deny that you separated a young couple who loved each other, exposing your friend to censure of the world for caprice and my sister to derision for disappointed hopes, involving them both in misery of the acutest kind?

Believe me. Men are either eaten up with arrogance or stupidity. If they are amiable, they are so easily led they have no minds of their own whatsoever.

Jane, he danced with you most of the night and stared at you for the rest of it. But I give you leave to like him. You've liked great deal a stupider person. You're a great deal too apt to like people in general, you know. All the world is good and agreeable in your eyes.

Mr. Darcy? I could more easily forgive his vanity had he not wounded mine. But no matter. I doubt we shall ever speak again.

Sir, I am honored by your proposal, but I regret that I must decline it.

Mr Collins, I am perfectly serious. You could not make me happy. And I'm the last woman in the world who could make you happy.

I am not the sort of female to torment a respectable man. Please understand me, I cannot accept you.

There isn't much time. Robbie has to report for duty at six and he's got a train to catch. So sit down. There are some things you're going to do for us.

He certainly seems to think he's the cat's pajamas. Which is odd, considering he has pubic hair growing out of his ears. I should imagine he'd give you a lot of very noisy, boneheaded sons.

My darling, Briony found my address somehow and sent a letter. The first surprise was she didn't go up to Cambridge. She's doing nurse's training at my old hospital. I think she may be doing this as some kind of penance. She says she's beginning to get the full grasp of what she did and what it meant. She wants to come and talk to me. I love you. I'll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me.

No one normal could have done that. Do you know, this morning… I was on a train that went through a city that wouldn't exist if it wasn't for you. I bought a ticket from a man who would likely be dead if it wasn't for you. I read up on my work… a whole field of scientific inquiry that only exists because of you. Now, if you wish you could have been normal… I can promise you I do not. The world is an infinitely better place precisely because you weren't.

So what? I had my suspicions. I always did. But we're not like other people. We love each other in our own way, and we can have the life together that we want. You won't be the perfect husband? I can promise you I harboured no intention of being the perfect wife. I'll not be fixing your lamb all day, while you come home from the office, will I? I'll work. You'll work. And we'll have each other's company. We'll have each other's minds. Sounds like a better marriage than most. Because I care for you. And you care for me. And we understand one another more than anyone else ever has.

I am not going anywhere. I have spent entirely too much of my life worried about what you think of me, or what my parents think of me, or what the boys in Hut 8 or the girls in Hut 3 think, and you know I am done. This work is the most important thing I will ever do. And no one will stop me. Least of all you. You know what? They were right. Peter. Hugh. John. You really are a monster.

So what? I had my suspicions. I always did. But we're not like other people. We love each other in our own way, and we can still live the life together that we want. You won't be the perfect husband? I can promise you I harboured no intention of being the perfect wife. I'll not be fixing your lamb all day awaiting your return from the office, will I? I'll work. You'll work. We'll have each other's company. We'll have each other's minds. Sounds like a better marriage than most. Because I care for you. And you care for me. And we understand one another more than anyone else ever has.

And end up like you? No thanks. I'm sorry you're lonely. But Enigma will not save you. Can you decipher that, you fragile narcissist? Or would you like me to fetch your beloved Christopher to help?