The only decent people who come to this house are your friends, and they come to see you.

There's young Brooks, now.

I've no son, Mary, and I'm fond of young men.

I never knew one I liked as I like him.

My daughters are old enough to be married, and I'd give fifty thousand pounds to have him for a son-in-law.
And, of course, he won't look at 'em.