The First Meeting of Edward and Elinor ｜ Sense and Sensibility (Emma Thompson, Hugh Grant)

Mrs. Dashwood. Miss Dashwood. Miss Marianne. My brother, Edward Ferrells. Do sit down. Where is Miss Margaret? I declare, Mrs. Dashwood, I'm beginning to doubt of her existence. She must run positively wild. Pray forgive us, Mr. Ferrells. My youngest is not to be found this morning. She's a little shy of strangers. Naturally. I'm shy of strangers myself. I have nothing like her excuse. How do you like your view, Mr. Ferrells? Very much. Your stables are very handsome and beautifully kept, Mrs. Dashwood. Stables? And your windows overlook the lake. An oversight, Fanny, had led me to one of the family rooms. I rectified the situation and am very happily installed in my new guest room. Tea. They're all exceedingly spoilt, I find. Miss Margaret spends all her time up in the trees and under furniture. I've barely had a single word from Marianne. Well, dear Fanny, they've just lost their father. Their lives will never be the same again. That is no excuse. Library? These are mostly foreign. Indeed. Magnificent. I never liked the smell of books. Oh. No, it is just the dust, perhaps. I hear you have great plans for the walnut grove. Oh, yes. I shall have it knocked down to make way for a Grecian temple. Oh, that does sound extremely interesting. Would you show me the site? Too expensive. We do not need four bedrooms. We can share. This one, then. Marianne, we have only five hundred pounds a year. I will send out more inquiries today. Pardon my intrusion at all. I think I may have found what you were looking for. Don't you come out, dearest. We haven't seen you all day. Oh. Forgive me. Do you by any chance have such a thing as a reliable address? I believe so. Excellent. I wish to check the position of the Nile. My sister tells me it is in South America. Oh. No. No. She is quite wrong. Or I believe it is in Belgium. Belgium? Surely not. I think you must be thinking of the Volga. The Volga? Of course. The Volga. Which, as you know, starts in... Vladivostok and ends in... Wimbledon. Precisely. I have a copy of it. Ah. The source of the Nile is in Abyssinia. Is it? How interesting. How do you do? My name is Ferris. Margaret Dashwood. I'd like to make a request. What is it? I... I'm Margaret. Thank you so much for your help with Margaret, Mr. Ferris. She's quite changed since you came. Oh, not at all. Not at all. I... Has she shown you the treehouse? Not yet. Would you do me the honor, Miss Dashwood? She's very fine, aren't you? With pleasure. You've always wanted to travel. I know. She's heading on an expedition to China shortly. I'll have to go as a servant. But only on the understanding that I will be very badly treated. What will your duties be? Swordfighting, obviously. Administering ramen. All I want... All I have ever wanted is to fight of a private type. My mother is determined to see me distinguished. As? Anything. A great orator. A leading politician. I think even a barrister would serve as long as I drove a baruch and dined in the first circle. What do you wish for? I've always preferred the church. But that is not smart enough for my mother. She prefers the army. But that is a great deal too smart for me. Would you stay in London? I hate London. No peace. A country living is my idea. A small parish where I might do some good. Keep chickens. Keep very short servants. You talk of feeling idle and useless. Imagine how that is compounded when one has no hope and no choice of any occupation whatsoever. Our circumstances are therefore precisely the same. Except that you will inherit your fortune. We cannot even earn ours. Perhaps Margaret is right. Piracy is our only option. What is swapping exactly?