And I studied so hard and I graduated with honors, it was all for you....Then won""t ya listen? Please.I""ve loved you ever since I""ve known you.I couldn""t help it.I""ve tried to show it, but you wouldn""t let me.But now I""m going to make you hear it and give me an answer...for I just can""t go on so any longer.I know I""m not half good enough for you.But, well, if you love me, you can make me anything you like.Jo tries to dissuade his romantic intentions: "As hough I""d change you, Laurie.Laurie, you should marry some lovely, accomplished girl who adores you.Someone who would grace your beautiful house.I shouldn""t.I loathe elegant society and you like it.And you hate my scribbling and I can""t get on without it.And we should quarrel...oh yes, we always have, you know...And everything would be so horrid if we were ever foolish enough to (marry)..." - she rejects his proposal and then apologizes: "I can""t.Oh, Laurie, I""m sorry.So desperately sorry...I don""t think I""ll ever marry."Another of the most memorable scenes is Jo""s return to care for her sister Beth (suffering a recurrence of scarlet fever), followed by Beth""s moving death scene.Inside, they found Mariko""s fiancee with two Caucasian female prostitutes in a state of undress, getting drunk and ready o have sex.Saruman was creating an army of fiercesome, zombie-like Orcs (with rotting bodies) to do his will by cutting down forests and forging weapons.She also proposed that they sleep together: "You wanna stay together tonight?" as he concurred: "I was just about to ask you.But I cannot flatter myself o that extent.Possibly those thunders are for dear Shelley - heaven""s applause for England""s greatest poet.Shelley: What of my Mary?Lord Byron: She is an angel.Mary: You think so?Lord Byron: Do you hear? Come, Mary.Come and watch the storm.Mary: You know how lightning alarms me.Shelley darling, will you please light these candles for me?Shelley: (laughing) Mary, darling.Lord Byron: Astonishing creature.Mary: I, Lord Byron?Lord Byron: Frightened of thunder, fearful of the dark.And yet you have written a tale that sent my blood into icy creeps.Mary: (giggling) Ha, ha, ha.Lord Byron: Look at her Shelley.Can you believe that bland and lovely brow conceived of Frankenstein, a Monster created from cadavers out of rifled graves? Isn""t it astonishing?Mary: I don""t know why you should think so.