Vanity Fair (1998)
Becky Sharp: I'm afraid I will have to charge you rather a lot. My horses are all I own in the world, you know.
Joss Sedley: Money is no object to me, ma'am.
Becky Sharp: That's good. Six hundred pounds.
[Jos is taken aback, but promptly reaches for his pocketbook.]
Becky Sharp: Each.
Rawdon Crawley: You don't mind the smell of my cigar, I hope?
Becky Sharp: No, I love it. I wonder if I might...
Rawdon Crawley: Yes?
Becky Sharp: You... wouldn't tell?
Rawdon Crawley: What, me? No! Never, damn it! ...Ah, what?