Soames Forsyte: What can I do for you, Miss Heron?
Irene Forsyte: If I were to marry you, Mr. Forsyte, would you promise me one thing?
Soames Forsyte: [speechless]
Irene Forsyte: If our marriage is not a success, then I shall be as free as if I had never married...
Soames Forsyte: If we were to marry, then it *would* be a success.
Phillip Bosinney: [picking up broken kite] Well, so much for a bust.
June: Oh, you poor thing, Phil. Hours of preparation for just one moment's of delight.
Phillip Bosinney: A metaphor for love.
Frances: Whatever was between you, Jolyon, I'm prepared to ignore. We will not talk about it, and we will go on as if nothing has happened.
Young Jolyon Forsyte: Until this evening nothing "had" happened.