Lord Everglot: How could our family have come to this?
Lady Everglot: To marry off our daughter to the Nouveau Riche! They're so common!
Lord Everglot: So coarse!
Lady Everglot: Oh it couldn't be worse!
Lord Everglot: Couldn't be worse? I'm afraid I disagree. They could be land-rich bankrupt aristocracy, without a penny to their name, just like you... and me.
Miles Vorkosigan: Technically, Gregor owns the planet Sergyar. You might point that out to anyone who theorizes he’s marrying Laisa for her money.
Tuomonen: Yes, but is Sergyar a liquid asset?
— Komarr
"But you must condescend enough to take the Best There Is, my son, or our Illustrious Line will expire, will it not? Have you ever heard of Silver Bud of Samarkand?"
"No, and I don't want to!" snapped Tintac.
"Even though she is Beautiful Beyond all Dreams?" asked the Shah temptingly. "And her father Sulkpot Ben Nagnag is the richest Wholesale Jeweller in all Araby?"
"How rich is that?" asked the Wicked Prince Tintac Ping Foo in a more interested voice. "Let me have the Exact Figures, and I might think about it..."
