The problem with going to see Pride and Prejudice is that when it's over you want to make your husband walk around in your backyard, at dusk, wearing a riding boots, a long open coat and a shirt dramatically opened to a hairy, manly chest.
(Cue Ralph and Duchess as noble hounds).
Then, come I, running out of the house with heaving cleavage.
And I will promise him whatever he wants, even though the neighbors are watching, if he says those words.
"You have bewitched me body and soul."
Ok maybe not whatever he wants. Because what one woman could fulfill that?