[Next scene: Longbourn]
Lizzy: I cannot believe it. Almost a month and still Mr. Bingley has not returned. I was positive – oh well. Now we can scarcely hope for his return until springtime.
Mrs. Bennet: Springtime indeed! As though he has any intentions of ever returning. He has not written a single letter to Jane! He has left us all forever, I am sure. He has toyed with all of us. And you, Lizzy, throwing away the chance of marriage and Longbourn! Now one day Charlotte Lucas shall become mistress in my place, and we shall all be ruined! Oh, no one has any compassion on my poor nerves!
Mr. Bennet: Believe me, I have the greatest consideration on your nerves. I have heard you talk of them with great regard these twenty years. Do not worry about being turned out as mistress of Longbourn. Think of happier things. Perhaps I shall outlive you. And as for Jane – well, every young woman enjoys being jilted in love, at least once before marriage.
Jane: I am quite alright, I assure you. Excuse me. [Jane leaves]
Mr. Bennet: Now it is Lizzy's turn to be jilted. I see you have great admiration on the charming Mr. Wickham. He is handsome and charming – just the right sort of man to break your heart. Seek after it, girl.
Lizzy: Excuse me, father. [Lizzy joins Jane in the hallway] Jane, are you alright.
Jane: Yes Lizzy, of course I am. I assure you, whatever Father and Mother may think, I am quite unaffected by the absence of Mr. Bingley. Now, if you'll excuse me… [goes to her bedroom. There she starts singing] The winner takes it all
I don't wanna talk
About the things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's history
I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
That's her destiny
[meanwhile in London]
Mr. Bingley: The gods may throw a dice
I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
[Next scene: a Christmas party at the home of Mrs. Philips]
Lizzy: My dear, dear Aunt! I am so glad to see you.
Mrs. Gardiner: As am I, Elizabeth. And I am dying of curiosity to finally see the charming Mr. Wickham I have heard you praise so highly in your letters to me. As you know, he is from Derbyshire, where I spent some of the happiest days in my life.
Lizzy: There he is, dancing with that young lady.
Lydia: Mary King. Oh isn't it awful. He plans on marrying that plain, ugly creature.
Mrs. Gardiner: He's engaged to her?
Kitty: Yes, but only because of her money. She has ten thousand pounds. She just inherited it on her grandfather's death. He never showed any interest in her before.
Mrs. Gardiner: Well, that sounds rather mercenary of him.
Lizzy: Don't be silly. Handsome young men must have means to live just as much as the plain. Considering that Mr. Darcy took away his chance at a living, the poor man has no choice but to marry for money. Perhaps were it not for Darcy, he may have married where his true affections lie, but - As long as Mary King does not object, why should we? Besides, I am sick and tired of men. They all of them repulse me.
[Lizzy gets up and stares at Mr. Wickham and Mary King across the room]
Lizzy: But tell me does she kiss The judges will decide
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
It's simple and it's plain
Why should I complain.
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say
Rules must be obeyed
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
[the young women at the party join in]
Young women: I don't wanna talk
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You've come to shake my hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it all
The winner takes it all...