Bridget Jones's Diary (2001) Poster

(2001)

Colin Firth: Mark Darcy

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Quotes 

  • Bridget : Wait a minute... nice boys don't kiss like that.

    Mark Darcy : Oh, yes, they fucking do.

  • Mark Darcy : I don't think you're an idiot at all. I mean, there are elements of the ridiculous about you. Your mother's pretty interesting. And you really are an appallingly bad public speaker. And, um, you tend to let whatever's in your head come out of your mouth without much consideration of the consequences. I realize when I met you at the Turkey Curry Buffet that I was unforgivably rude and wearing a reindeer jumper that my mother had given me the day before. But the thing is, um... what I'm trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, um, in fact... perhaps despite appearances, I like you. Very much.

    Bridget : [scoffs]  Apart from the smoking and the drinking and the vulgar mother... and the verbal diarrhea...

    Mark Darcy : No, I like you very much. Just as you are.

  • Bridget : I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. Well, I meant it, but I was so stupid that I didn't mean what I meant... After all, it's only a diary. Everyone knows diaries are just... full of crap.

    Mark Darcy : Yes, I know that. I was just buying you a new one.

  • Mark Darcy : Bridget!

    Bridget : Mark... What are you doing here?

    Mark Darcy : I was just wondering if you were available for Bar Mitzvahs and Christenings in addition to Ruby Weddings.

    Bridget : I thought you were in America.

    Mark Darcy : Well I was... but I realized I had forgotten something here.

    Bridget : Which was...?

    Mark Darcy : Well, I realized that I had forgotten to... kiss you goodbye, do you mind?

    Bridget : Umm... not really, no. So... does this mean you're *not* going to America?

    Mark Darcy : No... not.

    Bridget : Does this mean you're staying here?

    Mark Darcy : It would seem so...

    Mark Darcy : [notices her friends cheering]  Friends of yours?

    Bridget : Oh, haha... never seen them before in my life.

  • Mark Darcy : Mother, I do not need a blind date. Particularly not with some verbally incontinent spinster who drinks like a fish, smokes like a chimney, and dresses like her mother.

  • Bridget : You once said you liked me just as I am and I just wanted to say likewise. I mean there are stupid things your mum buys you, tonight's another... classic. You're haughty, and you always say the wrong thing in every situation and I seriously believe that you should rethink the length of your sideburns. But, you're a nice man and I like you. If you wanted to pop by some time that might be nice... more than nice.

    Mark Darcy : Right, crikey.

  • Bridget : Did I really run round your lawn naked?

    Mark Darcy : Oh, yes. You were four and I was eight.

    Bridget : Well, that's a pretty big age difference. It's quite pervy really.

    Mark Darcy : Yes, I like to think so.

  • Mark Darcy : I like you, very much.

    Bridget : Ah, apart from the smoking and the drinking, the vulgar mother and... ah, the verbal diarrhea.

    Mark Darcy : No, I like you very much. Just as you are.

  • Bridget : I owe you an apology about Daniel. He said you ran off with his fiancée and left him brokenhearted.

    Mark Darcy : No, it was the other way around. My wife. My heart.

  • Mark Darcy : I should have done this years ago.

    Daniel Cleaver : Done what?

    Mark Darcy : This.

    [Darcy punches Cleaver, hard] 

    Daniel Cleaver : [shocked]  Ow. Fuck me, that really hurt. What the fuck do you think you're doing?

    Mark Darcy : This.

    [Darcy punches Cleaver again, even harder] 

  • Daniel Cleaver : [after crashing through the window]  Uhh... Jesus. All right.

    Mark Darcy : All right?

    Daniel Cleaver : Enough.

    Mark Darcy : Enough, enough.

    [Darcy begins to walk away] 

    Daniel Cleaver : Wanker.

    [now having had enough, Darcy punches him hard, knocking Cleaver down] 

  • Mark Darcy : [pauses during fight to sing]  Happy birthday dear what's-his-name...

  • Mark Darcy : I realize that when I met you at the turkey curry buffet, I was unforgivably rude, and wearing a reindeer jumper.

  • Mark Darcy : All right Cleaver, outside.

    Daniel Cleaver : [half laughing]  I'm sorry? Outside? Should I bring my dueling pistols or my sword?

  • Bridget : Are you staying at your parents for New Years?

    Mark Darcy : Yes. You?

    Bridget : Ah, no. Was at a party in London last night, I'm afraid I'm a bit hungover.

    [nervous laugh] 

    Bridget : Wish I could be home with my head in a toilet like all normal people...

    [pause] 

    Bridget : ...ah! New Year's Resolution: drink less... and quit smoking... and quit talking total nonsense to strangers... actually, quit talking, full stop.

    [awkward silence] 

    Mark Darcy : Yes. Well. Perhaps it's time to eat.

  • Bridget : [to Cosmo and Woney]  Tell me, is it one in four marriages that end in divorce these days, or one in three?

    Mark Darcy : One in three.

  • [regarding the blue soup] 

    Bridget : How's it look?

    Mark : Uh, great. It's, um, blue.

    Bridget : Blue?

    Mark : No, but, blue is good. If you ask me there isn't enough blue food.

    Bridget : Oh, shit! It must be the string.

    Mark : Oh, it's string soup?

  • Bridget : [as Una Alconberry]  No, Pam. Besides, the gravy needs sieving.

    Mark Darcy : [as Pamela Jones]  Surely not, just stir it Una.

  • Daniel Cleaver : [lands on restaurant table]  I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!

    Mark Darcy : [places hand in someone's salad]  Oh, God! I'm sorry!

    [wipes dirty hand on man's suit] 

    Mark Darcy : I really am sorry. I-I will pay.

    Daniel Cleaver : [fed up]  Had enough Darcy?

    Mark Darcy : [annoyed]  Not quite, if that's all right by you.

    [punches Daniel hard] 

    Waiter : Happy birthday to you...

    [everyone joins in, stopping fight] 

    Waiter : Happy birthday to you!

    Mark Darcy : Happy birthday dear what's-his-name...

    Daniel Cleaver : Happy birthday to you...

    [tackles Darcy, both fly out window] 

  • Bridget : What are we going to do about this dinner, then?

    Mark : We have blue soup to start, orange pudding to end, and, well, for a main course you have, uh, congealed green gunge.

  • Mark Darcy : Natasha, this is Bridget Jones. Bridget, this is Natasha. Bridget works in a publishing house and she used to play around naked in my paddling pool.

  • Mark Darcy : [about Bridget's attempt at caper berry gravy]  I have to say, this really is the most incredible shit.

  • Mark Darcy : That's not a sand piper, Bridget, it's a snowy plover.

    Bridget : Sand pipers, plovers, albatrosses! Do I look like a bloody entomologist?

    Mark Darcy : Ornithologist...

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