by Robbin and Cheryl :-D and some more;

Absolute trying to change his voice, and gets ticked off by his father;
Absolute - The—the—tremor of my passion entirely takes away my presence of mind.
Sir Anth. - But it don’t take away your voice, fool, does it?—Go up, and speak to her directly!

David's attempts at dissuading his Master from fighting a duel are quite funny;
"--Put the case, I was a gentleman (which, thank God, no one can say of me;) well—my honour makes me quarrel with another gentleman of my acquaintance.—So—we fight. (Pleasant enough that!)--"

Lydia —behold my hopes are to be crushed at once, by my aunt’s consent and approbation—

Sir Lucius - I don’t know what’s the reason, but in England if a thing of this kind gets wind, people make such a pother, that a gentleman can never fight in peace and quietness.

Sir Lucius _ I remember I might have married Lady Dorothy Carmine, if it had not been for a little rogue of a major, who ran away with her before she could get a sight of me!