Soames Forsyte: I wish you'd allow me to choose your friends.
Irene Forsyte: As you choose my dresses?
Soames Forsyte: I think you'd admit that I've made you one of the best-dressed women in London. Surely you have no complaints on that score.
Old Jolyon Forsyte: I arranged a respectable marriage for the boy.
Irene Forsyte: Uncle Jolyon, do you think marriage without love can be respectable.