Bridget is getting her coat. Mark Darcy on his way down the stairs approaches her.
Mark: I very much enjoyed your Lewisham Fire Report, by the way.
Bridget: (Is he being sneery?) Oh... thanks.
Mark: Yes. Well... so, it didn't work out with Daniel Cleaver?
Bridget: No, it didn't.
Mark: I'm delighted to hear it.
Bridget: Look, are you and Cosmo in this together?
Mark: I'm sorry...
Bridget: I mean, you seem to go out of your way to make me feel like a complete idiot every time I see you. And actually, you don't need to bother. I already feel like an idiot all the time anyway - with or without a fireman's pole.
At that moment the doorbell goes.
Bridget: That'll be my taxi. Good night.
She goes to turn away. He touches her arm to stop her.
Mark: Look, I'm sorry if I've been...
Bridget: What? What?
Mark: I don't think you're an idiot at all... I mean, there are elements of the ridiculous about you... your mother's pretty interesting... and you do have a tendency to let what's in your head come out of your mouth without much consideration of the consequences...
Bridget: Please don't forget drinking also. Like a fish. And smoking. Like a chimney.
Mark winces, as he remembers.
Mark: I realize when I met you at the Turkey Curry Buffet I was unforgivably rude and wearing a reindeer jumper that my mother gave me the day before... but the thing is... what I'm trying to say - very inarticulately - is that in fact, perhaps against appearances and situations - I like you very much.
Pause.
Bridget: Apart from the smoking, the drinking, the vulgar mother and the verbal diarrhoea.
Mark: No. I like you very much just as you are.
He stares at her. She stares back.
Bridget: What?
The doorbell rings again and Natasha suddenly pops in. The spell is broken.
Natasha: Mark. We're really making progress on the case in here...
Mark: Right. Right... must go... because... Bye.
He turns away and heads back to the dinner party, leaving Bridget standing.
Bridget: 'Just as I am?'
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