That Forsyte Woman (1949)
Soames Forsyte: [In a disparaging way as Young Jolyon is leaving] I understand you're teaching now at some sort of second-rate art school... or something.
Young Jolyon Forsyte: [Replying as he is leaving] The art school is first rate. I'm second rate.
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.
Irene Forsyte: For once I wasn't thinking about the Forsythes.
Soames Forsyte: Then it's about time you did, my dear. When you marry a Forsythe, you become a Forsythe.