From Barry Lyndon
[refering to Byran wearing his oversized shoes
] Don't you think he fits my shoes very well Your Ladyship?
[kneels to his stepbrother
Dear child, what a pity it is I am not dead, for your sake. The Lyndons would then have a worthy representative and enjoy all the benefits of the illustrious blood of the Barrys of Barryville. Would they not... Mr. Redmond Barry?
From the way I love this child, my lord, you ought to know how I would have loved his elder brother had he proved worthy of any mother's affection.