Here's how it went down:
Transcribed by the Romantical Skeptic:
Mark Darcy: I don't think you're an idiot at all. (pause) 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 you tend to let whatever's in your head come out of your mouth without much consideration of the consequences.
(Continues to look all intense and adorable)
I realize that 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. (Awkward, but endearing pause) The thing is, what I'm trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, in fact, perhaps, despite appearances, I like you, very much.
Bridget Jones: (Laughs) 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.
SIGH. So clear. So straightforward. I heart you Colin Firth. I heart you always.*
*Actually, even though you're not supposed to qualify love, I think even he wouldn't mind if I say that he is a little (only a little) less yummy when he puts on an American accent. It breaks my heart to say it, but there it is. So - I heart you Colin Firth, but only when you have a British accent.
*Actually, even though you're not supposed to qualify love, I think even he wouldn't mind if I say that he is a little (only a little) less yummy when he puts on an American accent. It breaks my heart to say it, but there it is. So - I heart you Colin Firth, but only when you have a British accent.
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