Mark Darcy: I like you. Very much.
Bridget Jones: Ah, apart from the smoking and the drinking, the vulgar mother and... ah, the verbal diarrhea.
Mark Darcy: No, I like you very much. Just as you are.
Nothing soothes the soul like some Bridget Jones. (And the belief that I am the American Bridget.) She held out for something extraordinary. And I will, too.
I'll keep wishing for my Mark Darcy. He's gotta be out there, right?
Ciao, dahling!
~*Krissy*~