1 | I dare not be so presumptuous as to make friends with someone so high up. | |
2 | The vine still clings to the moldering wall. | |
3 | Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing. | |
4 | No good can come of your marrying above your station! | |
5 | CHANDLER: Oh please, could she be more out of my league? Ross, back me up here. |