Character: Mrs. Potter

- What kind of life you will provide a man who has no steady income?
- This topic is closed once and for all. And I said I'll do it!
- Norman Warne - trader, Potter don't mess with shopkeepers.
- And who are we? Daddy's wealth we have from grandfather's printing works. We are shopkeepers, mother. If the grandfather was elected to Parliament, we would be living in the shadow of factories. Your inheritance accumulated by the cotton trade, as far as I know. Where does this arrogance? We parvenus, mother, ordinary upstart.
- My father can't allow this marriage for your sake, and do not abuse.
- This is not an insult it's the truth. Our life is a sham and secular claims, sir so-and-so, lady so-and-so, Norman Warne is a gentleman with good funds equal to us on the status, and I intend to marry him.
- You don't marry him if you hope to inherit.
- You don't disinherited Bertram, after his wedding with the daughter of a merchant, fortunately, I'm in print, I have my own income, the debate is over.

Glenys, do not pour sir Nigel the punch with brandy, he asks. And after dinner it will be port wine, give me some kind of signal after four glasses. Remember.

- Beatrix, what young man marries a girl with a smeared face?
- I will not be married for all I care.
- Will be indispensable. All the girls leave. And me and your Granny, and Fiona, too, once released.
- I will not, I will paint.

- Helen, a little late - it's a good tone, get in the carriage.
- Being late is not a good tone, coming late is late.

- Beatrix, where have you been?
I'm not a child, don't have to ask mom's permission.
I thought to take a carriage this morning. Where have you been?
We surfed. With friends.
- You have no friends.
- No, Mama, on any of my fan FIC.
- I agree, you have pretty good drawings, Beatrix, but I will not as a father to dissemble and call them great art. When, my friend, I will start to publish, then we'll see.