Bridget Jones:
I read that you should never go out with someone if you can think of three reasons why you shouldn't.
Mark Darcy:
And can you think of three?
Bridget Jones:
Yes.
Mark Darcy:
Which are?
Bridget Jones:
First off, I embarrass you. I can't ski, I can't ride, I can't speak Latin , my legs only come up to here and yes I will always be just a little bit fat. And you, you fold your underpants before you go to bed!
Mark Darcy:
No, hang on! That-that can't be a reason.
Bridget Jones:
No, it's not a reason! But you're not perfect either! You look down your nose at absolutely everyone and you're incapable of doing anything spontaneous or potentially affectionate.
[pause]
Bridget Jones:
It feels like you're waiting to find someone in the VIP room who's- who's so fantastic, just the way she is, that you don't need to fix her.
Mark Darcy:
Bridget, this is mad.
Bridget Jones:
And perhaps you thought you found her.
[long pause]
Bridget Jones:
Do you *want* to marry me?
[awkward silence]
Mark Darcy:
Look- I...
Bridget Jones:
You see, you can never muster the strength, to fight for me.
[long silence. Mark opens his mouth and closes it again. Bridget walks out]
