The Magnificent Ambersons Page #2

Hello there...

...that big bow window...

that's where they'll put the

Major when his time comes...

Now don't you look at

me like that, Major!

- Georgie! You look fine!

- Sam.

There was a time though in your

fourth month that you were so

puny, nobody thought you'd live!

- Where's Fanny?

- Know me very well indeed!

Isabel...

Eugene!

This your boy, Isabel?

- George, this is Mr. Morgan.

- Remember you very well indeed.

George, you never saw

me before in your life.

But from now on, you're

going to see a lot of me.

- I hope.

- I hope so too, Eugene.

Where's Wilbur?

You'll find him

in the game room

with some of the others.

He never was much for

parties, remember?

Yes, I remember.

I'll come back for a dance.

Please do.

- Eugene Morgan, Major Amberson.

- Well, well, well...

Remember you very well indeed.

Remember you very well indeed.

Miss Morgan.

(Jeeve!)

Remember you very well indeed!

You don't remember her either,

Georgie. But of course you will.

Miss Morgan's from out of town.

You might take her up to the

dancing, I think you've pretty

well done your duty here.

Be delighted.

- What did you say your name was?

- Morgan.

(Oh, well, I'm certainly

glad you're back.)

(It's nice to be back too,

Jack. It's been a long time.)

Who's that?

Oh, I didn't catch his name when

my mother presented him to me.

You mean the queer-looking duck?

- The who?

- The queer-looking duck.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

The one with him

is my Uncle Jack.

Honourable Jack Amberson.

I thought everybody knew him.

He looks as though everybody

ought to know him. Seems to

run in your family.

Well, I suppose almost everybody

does know him. Out in this part

of the country especially.

- Uncle Jack's pretty well-known.

He's a congressman, you know.

- Oh, really?

Oh, yes. The family always liked

to have somebody in Congress.

It's sort of a good

thing, in one way.

- Hello, Lucy!

- Hello!

How do all these ducks

get to know you so quick?

Oh, I've been here a week.

Seems to me you've

been pretty busy!

- Most of these...

- Hello, Lucy!

- Hello!

Most of these ducks, I don't

know what my mother invited

them here for, anyway.

Don't you like them?

Oh I used to be president

of a club we had here and

some of them belonged to it.

But I don't care much for

that sort of thing anymore.

I really don't see why

my mother invited 'em.

Maybe she didn't want to

offend their fathers and mothers.

I hardly think that my mother

need worry about offending

anybody in this old town.

Must be wonderful, Mr.

Amberson. Mr. Minafer, I mean.

- What must be wonderful?

- To be so important as that.

- Oh, that isn't important.

- (Good evening.)

- Good evening.

Anybody that really is anybody oughta

be able to do about as they like in

their own town, I should think.

- Hello!

- Well! How's that for a bit

of freshness!

- What was?

- That queer-looking duck

waving his hand at me like that.

He meant me!

Oh, he did?

Everybody seems to mean you!

- See here, are you

engaged to anybody?

- No!

You certainly seem to

know a good many people!

Papa does. He used to live

in this town before I was born.

- Where do you live now?

- We've lived all over.

What do you keep moving around

so for? Is he a...promoter?

No, he's an inventor.

Oh? What's he invented?

- Georgie.

- Grandfather.

Just lately he's been working on

a new kind of horseless carriage.

Horseless carri...automobile?

Well, well.

Don't you approve of

them, Mr. Minafer?

Oh, yes...they're all right.

You know, I'm just

beginning to understand.

Understand what? What?

What it means to be a real

Amberson in this town.

Papa told me something about

it before we came, but I see

he didn't say half enough.

Did your father say he knew

the family before he left here?

I don't think he meant

to boast of it. He spoke

of it quite calmly.

Most girls are

usually pretty fresh.

They oughta go to a man's college

for about a year. Men get taught

a few things about freshness.

Look here, who sent

you those flowers

you keep making

such a fuss over?

- Lucy.

- He did.

- Who's he?

- The queer-looking duck.

- I've come for that dance!

Oh, him...I suppose

he's some old widower.

Heh; some old widower!

Yes, he is a widower!

I ought to have told you before.

He's my father.

Oh.

Well that's a horse on me.

If I'd known he was your...

This is our dance.

But I guess I won't insist on it.

George, dear; are you

enjoying the party?

Yes mother, very much.

Will you please excuse us?

Miss Morgan...

Eggnog, anybody?

Not for me, sir.

I see that you kept

your promise, Gene.

Isabel, I remember the

last drink Gene ever had.

Fact is, I believe if he

hadn't broken that bass fiddle,

Isabel never would have taken Wilbur.

Heh, what do you think, Wilbur?

I shouldn't be surprised.

If your notion's right, I'm

glad Gene broke the fiddle.

What do you say about it, Isabel?

By Jingo! She's blushing!

Who wouldn't blush?

The important thing is

that Wilbur did get her,

and not only got her,

but kept her.

There's another important

thing...that is, for me.

In fact, it's the only thing

that makes me forgive that bass

viole for getting in my way.

- Well, what's that?

- Lucy.

You havin' a good time?

I don't suppose you

ever gave up smoking...

No, sir.

Well, I've got some Havanas.

Your ears don't burn, young lady?

- Would you care for some

refreshments, Miss Morgan?

- Yes, thanks.

What did you say your name was?

Morgan.

Funny name...

Everybody else's name always is.

I didn't mean it was really funny.

That's just one of the crowd's

bits of horsing in college.

I knew your last name was Morgan.

I meant your first name.

- Lucy.

- Well!

Is "Lucy" a funny name, too?

- No...Lucy's very much all right.

- Thanks.

Here they are. Here

they are, Henry.

- Are they?

- Thanks for what?

Thanks about letting

my name be Lucy.

Good-bye. I've got

this dance with her.

- With who?

- With Isabel, of course.

Tell me, have you danced with

poor old Fanny too, this evening?

Twice. Wilbur...

My gosh, old times certainly

are starting all over again...

Not a bit! There aren't any

old times. When times are gone

they aren't old - they're dead.

There aren't any

times but new times!

- What are you studying in school?

- I beg your pardon?

- What are you studying in school?

- College.

- College.

Oh, lots of useless guff.

Why don't you study

some useful guff?

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!

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