Daphne Bridgerton: You look angry and bothered. Look at you, you are downright flushed.
Simon Basset: Yes, that is what happens.
Daphne Bridgerton: When one is angry.
Simon Basset: When one burns for someone who does not feel the same!
Daphne Bridgerton: You... burn for me?
Simon Basset: Why do you think I followed you into that garden?
Daphne Bridgerton: Why do you think I went into that garden? If you would have only looked at me this week for longer than two seconds, you would have seen. It is you I cannot sacrifice. I burn... for you.
Daphne Bridgerton: Your Majesty, I assure you nothing untoward has occurred. It is only that we love each other so very much. While I was deeply flattered by the attention of your nephew, the prince, I... I simply could not ignore my long-standing affection for the duke. You see, Your Majesty, it was love at first sight.
Simon Basset: It was not, Your Majesty. The young lady flatters me, but it was not love at first sight for either of us. There was attraction, certainly, at least on my part. But Miss Bridgerton thought me presumptuous, arrogant, insincere. All fair, really. And I thought her a prim young lady barely out of leading strings. Not to mention the sister of my best friend, and so romance was entirely out of the question for both of us. But in so removing it, we found something far greater. We found friendship. You see, Miss Bridgerton and I have been fooling all of Mayfair for some time. We have fooled them into thinking we are courting... when really, all along, we simply enjoyed each other's company so much we could not stay away from one another. I have never been a man that much enjoyed flirting, or chatting, or, indeed, talking at all. But with Daphne... Miss Bridgerton... conversation has always been easy. Her laughter brings me joy. To meet a beautiful woman is one thing, but to meet your best friend in the most beautiful of women is something entirely apart. And it is with my sincerest apologies, I must say it took the prince coming along for me to realize I did not want Miss Bridgerton to only be my friend. I wanted her to be my wife. I want her to be my wife. And so I plead with you... not to make us wait.
(Daphne stops a duel between Anthony and Simon...)
Daphne Bridgerton: It is not merely your own life that hangs in the balance now. If you do not marry me, I shall be ruined.
Simon Basset: Daphne, I cannot.
Daphne Bridgerton: Did you not hear me? Someone knows what we have done, someone who will surely talk. What possible reason could you have to condemn me to shame and reproach? Do you truly... Do you truly hold me in such low regard?
Simon Basset: It is because I regard you so highly that I cannot marry you. I know you do not love me, but I never thought you could despise me so. Daphne... You must know, if we were to wed... I can never give you children. It is your dream to be a mother, is it not? To have a household full of love and laughter, like the one you have known all your life? You deserve nothing less. You deserve everything your heart desires. But I cannot provide it for you. Nor could I ever ask such a sacrifice. Please, Daphne, for your own sake... you must stand aside... and let your brother finish this.
Anthony Bridgerton: We must resume before someone should find us.
Daphne Bridgerton: There will be no need to resume. The duke and I are to be married.
Lady Danbury: I understand that you believe such subjects as love and devotion, affection and attachment, you find it all trite and frivolous. But have you any idea those very things are precisely what have allowed a new day to begin to dawn in this society? Look at our queen. Look at our king. Look at their marriage. Look at everything it is doing for us, allowing us to become. We were two separate societies, divided by color, until a king fell in love with one of us. Love, Your Grace... conquers all.
Simon Basset: I believe that remains to be seen. The king may have chosen his queen. He may have elevated us from novelties in their eyes to now dukes and royalty, and at that same whim... he may just as easily change his mind, a mind, as we all know, that is hanging on by one very loose and tenuous thread. So, no, I am sorry, Lady Danbury, we are in disagreement here. Love changes nothing.
(Flashback to dying Duke of Hastings...)
Duke of Hastings: My... My son. You have returned to take your rightful place. My heart may be failing, but I assure you, it swells with pride, knowing the duke you have grown into and the great Hastings name shall continue.
Simon Basset: Listen to me very closely for I have only returned to do but one thing... to make you a vow... the only vow I will ever make in my life. I will never marry. I will never sire an heir. The Hastings line will die with me. Are my words clear enough for you, Father? Speak, you f**king monster. Speak!
Simon Basset: You know, I do suppose if it were not for an overzealous mother at every corner, this time of year in the city would not be so very dreadful.
Anthony Bridgerton: Those mothers simply want the same as you, I rather think.
Simon Basset: For every last one of them to choke on their daughters' hair ribbons?
Anthony Bridgerton: For you to claim a wife, Hastings.