The Magnificent Ambersons Page #5

What do you mean "useful?"

Something you can use later

in your business or profession.

I don't intend to go into

any business or profession.

- No?

- No!

Why not?

Well...just look at them.

That's a fine career

for a man, isn't it?

Lawyers, bankers, politicians!

What do they ever get out

of life, I'd like to know?

What they know about real things?

Where do they ever get?

What do you want to be?

A yachtsman.

- What good are they?

They always break down!

- They do not always break down!

Oh, of course they do!

- Horseless carriages! Automobiles!

- Hmm?

People aren't going to spend their

lives lying on their backs in the road

letting grease drip on their faces.

No, I think your father

better forget about them.

Papa would be so grateful if

he could have your advice.

I don't know that I've done

anything to be insulted for.

You know, I don't mind your

being such a lofty person at all.

I think it's ever so interesting.

But Papa's a great man.

Is he? Well let us hope so.

I hope so, I'm sure.

Hoe lovely your mother is!

I think she is.

She's the gracefullest woman.

She dances like a girl of 16.

Most girls of 16 are

pretty bad dancers.

Anyhow,

I wouldn't dance with one

of them unless I had to.

Uh, the snow's fine for sleighing.

I'll be by for you in a cutter,

ten minutes after two.

- Tomorrow?

- (Thank you, Isabel.)

- I can't possibly go...

- Bravo! Bravisimo!

- Papa.

- Lucy.

I'll get your things.

If you don't I'm going to sit

in a cutter at your front gate,

and if you go out with

anybody else, he has to whip

me before he gets to you.

Hey, you two, I think you oughta

take this, in case you break down

in that...horseless carriage!

- Uncle Jack!

- Take this scarf, mistress.

- Good night, Isabel.

- Come here.

Fanny, where are you going?

Oh, just out to look.

Think you'll be warm enough,

Lucy? Here, put this scarf on.

- Well?

- (I will)

- Oh, nothing...

Here, hold this.

Who is this fellow, Morgan?

I...he's a man with a

pretty daughter, Georgie.

He certainly seems to be

awfully at home, here.

The way he was dancing with

Mother and aunt Fanny.

Well, I'm afraid your aunt

Fanny's heart was stirred by

Ancient recollections, Georgie.

You mean she used to

be silly about him?

Oh, she wasn't considered,

er, singular.

- He was...he was popular.

- Ohh...

Do you take the same passionate

interest in the parents of

every girl you dance with?

Oh, dry up! I only

wanted to know...

Lucy...about that sleigh ride...

Don't go out with anybody.

- I want to look at that automobile

carriage of yours, Gene.

- Fanny, you'll catch cold.

- I want to ride in that thing

tomorrow, want to see if it's safe.

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