The Magnificent Ambersons Page #3

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.

- Good night, Isabel.

- Good night, Eugene.

- Got a blanket for

you here, Jeeves. Catch!

- Night!

- Bye! Bye!

Papa? Papa? Do you think

George is terrible arrogant

and domineering?

Oh, he's still only a boy.

Plenty of fine stuff in him.

Can't help but be, he's...

Isabel Amberson's son.

You liked her pretty

well once I guess, Papa.

Do still.

...I know that isn't

all that's worrying you.

Well, several things.

I've been a little bothered

about your father, too.

Why?

It seems to me

he looks so badly.

He isn't any different

than the way he's looked

all his life that I can see.

He's been worried about some

investments he made last year.

I think the worry's

affected his health.

What investments?

See here, he isn't going into

Morgan's automobile concern, is he?

Oh, no. The automobile

concern is all Eugene's.

No, your father's rolling mills...

Hello, dear.

Have you had trouble sleeping?

Look here, Father...

about this man Morgan and

his old sewing machine.

Didn't he want to get grandfather

to put some money into it?

Isn't that what he's up to?

You little silly! What on

earth are you talking about?

Eugene Morgan's perfectly able to

finance his own inventions these days.

I'll bet he borrows

money from Uncle Jack.

Georgie, why do you say such a thing?

Just strikes me as that sort

of a man. Isn't he, Father?

He was a fairly wild young

fellow twenty years ago.

He's like you in one thing, Georgie.

He spent too much money. Only

he didn't have a mother

to get money out of a

grandfather for him.

But I believe he's done

fairly well of late years,

and I doubt if he needs anyone else's

money to back his horseless carriage.

Oh what's he brought the

old thing here for, then?

I'm sure I don't know.

You might ask him.

I'll be in to say goodnight, dear.

Aunt Fanny.

What in the world's

the matter with you?

I suppose you don't know why

Father doesn't want to go on that

horseless carriage trip tomorrow?

What do you mean?

You're his only sister

and yet you don't know.

H-he never wants to go

anywhere that I ever heard of.

What is the matter with you?

He doesn't want to go because

he doesn't like this man Morgan.

Oh, good gracious!

Eugene Morgan isn't in

your Father's thoughts at

all one way or the other.

- 'Night.

- Why should he be?

- Good night.

- Good night.

You two at it again?

Hey, what makes you and everybody

so excited over this man Morgan.

- This man Morgan.

- Excited!

- Oh, shut up!

Can't...can't people be glad

to see an old friend without

silly children like you

making a to-do about it?

I...I've just been suggesting

to your mother that she might

give a little dinner for them.

For who?

- "For whom", Georgie.

- "For whom, Georgie."

For Mr. Morgan and his daughter.

Oh, look here; don't do that.

Mother mustn't do that.

"Mother mustn't do that."

- It wouldn't look well.

- "Wouldn't look..."

See here, George Minafer...

I suggest

that you just march

straight on into your room!

Sometimes you say things that show

you have a pretty mean little mind!

What upset you this much?

- (Shut up!)

- I know what you mean!

You're trying to insinuate that

I'd get your mother to invite

Eugene Morgan here on my account!

(I'm gonna move to a hotel!)

Because he's a widower.

- What?

- What!

- Huh huh huh

- "Heh heh heh heh heh"

I'm trying to insinuate you're

setting your cap for him,

and getting Mother to help you?

- Ohh!

- Is that what you mean?

You attend your own affairs!

Well! I will be shot!

I will.

- I certainly will be shot.

- (Oh!)

- Ohh.

You think you'll get it to start?

What's wrong with it, Gene?

I wish I knew!

Get a horse!

Get a horse!

- Look out, Lucy!

- What happened to them?

- Oh, George!

- Don't get excited, Isabel.

- Are you all right?

- (Georgie!)

They're all right, Isabel.

The snow bank's a feather bed.

- Georgie!

- Lucy dear!

- Oh, I'm fine, Papa.

- Nothing's the matter with them now.

- They're all right, Isabel.

Are you sure you're

not hurt, Lucy dear?

- Don't make a fuss, mother.

- Georgie, that terrible fall.

Please Mother, please!

I'm all right.

Are you sure, Georgie? Sometimes

one doesn't realize...the shock.

- Oh, Isabel.

- I've just got to be sure, dear.

- Everything's all right,

Mother. Nothing's the matter.

- Let me brush you off, dear.

- You looked pretty surprised,

Lucy. All that snow becomes you!

- That's right, it does!

That darned horse!

He'll be home long before we will.

All we've got to depend on

is Gene Morgan's broken down...

- She'll go.

- Come on, a**hole!

- All aboard!

Have to sit on my lap, Lucy!

Stamp the snow. You

mustn't ride with wet feet.

They're not wet.

- For goodness sake, get in; you're

standing in the snow yourself.

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