Tom Lefroy: I have been told there is much to see upon a walk, but all I’ve detected so far is a general tendency to green above and brown below. Jane: Yes, well, others have detected more. It is celebrated. There’s even a book about Selborne Wood. Tom Lefroy: Oh. A novel, perhaps? Jane: Novels? Being poor, insipid things read by mere women, even, God forbid, written by mere women? Tom Lefroy: I see, we’re talking of your reading. Jane: As if the writing of women did not display the greatest powers of mind, knowledge of human nature, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour and the best-chosen language imaginable? Tom Lefroy: Was I deficient in rapture? Jane: In consciousness! Tom Lefroy: It was…It was accomplished. Jane: It was ironic. Tom Lefroy: And you are sure I have not offended you? Jane: Not at all!
Wesley: Please, please, please drive faster! Fox: Please be quiet! Wesley: Please, understand that I care about my life!
This was probably the only sequence in the film I heard even the slightest lapse in his American accent - that is, while he was screaming for his life. I’m rather partial to his facial expressions, hence…this.