Soames Forsyte: so... if you couldn't commit the matter to paper...
Jolyon: keep your daughter away from my son! You probably know, they are together, as we speak.
Soames Forsyte: [takes off his glasses] I had no idea.
Jolyon: They met at June's gallery. My son is staying with Val and Holly. Your daughter invited herself down, finagle her way in!
Soames Forsyte: Val Darty and his wife extended Fleur an invitation...
Jolyon: She forced their hand! She must be like you, she sees something and decides to get it.
Soames Forsyte: [puts down his glasses] so what do you want me to do?
Jolyon: make sure, that this doesn't happen again.
Soames Forsyte: Stop it, you mean?
Jolyon: Absolutely.
Soames Forsyte: You come here, behind your son's back, and tell me to break this up.
[gets up from his desk, walks towards Jolyon]
Soames Forsyte: You! Of all people, the man who once lectured me on the importance of happiness in marriage; the man who spurned his own family to follow his heart; who stole another man's wife in the name of love...
Jolyon: Jon and your daughter aren't in love...
Soames Forsyte: [raising his voice] Have you asked them?
Jolyon: ...
Soames Forsyte: This liaison is repugnant to me too - your son with my daughter. I will do my best to stop it and I presume you will too. But at least I don't have to play the hypocrite. Good evening to you sir.