The Magnificent Ambersons Page #4

- Get in!

You're the same Isabel I used to know.

You're a divine and ridiculous woman.

George, you'll push if we

get started, won't you?

Push!

Divine and ridiculous just

counterbalance each other, don't they?

Plus one and minus

one equal nothing.

So you mean I'm nothing in particular?

No, that doesn't seem to

be precisely what I meant.

Jack, please get...

- We're under way...

- ...For fear of accident.

Push, Georgie; push!

I'm pushing.

Push harder!

Push, Georgie; push!

What do you think I'm doing?

Your father wanted to prove

that a horseless carriage

would run even in the snow.

It really does too, you

know. It's so interesting.

He says he's going to have

wheels all made of rubber,

and blown up with air. I

should think they'd explode,

But Eugene seems

very confident that...

Oh, it seems so like old

times to hear him talk.

"You broke the bank at

Monte Carlo..."

Hooray; we're off!

George, you tried to

swing underneath me

and break the fall for

me when we went over.

I knew you were doing

that. It was nice of you.

Wasn't much of a fall to

speak of. How about that kiss?

You will hear them sigh

and wish to die

and see 'em wink the other eye, the

man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo.

As I walked along

the Bois de Boulogne with

an independent air...

Wilbur Minafer,

quiet man.

Town will hardly know he's gone.

Where did Isabel go to?

She was tired.

Never was becoming to

her to look pale.

Look out.

Oh, boy...

- Strawberry shortcake!

- It's the first this season.

I hope it's big enough.

- You must know I'm coming home.

- Mmm.

What did you say?

Nothing.

- Sweet enough?

- Fine.

I suppose your mother's been...

pretty gay at the commencement.

Going a lot?

How could she, she's in mourning.

All she could do was sit

around and look on.

- That's all Lucy could

do really, for that matter.

- How did Lucy get home?

On the train; we rushed over.

Quit balling your food.

Did you drive out to their house

with her before you came here?

No.

She went home with her father.

Oh, I see.

Don't eat so fast, George.

So, ah...

Eugene came to the station to meet you?

Meet us?

How could he?

I don't know what you mean.

Want some more milk?

No, thanks.

I haven't seen him while

your mother's been away.

Naturally; he's beneath himself.

Did you see him?

Naturally, since he made

the trip home with us.

He did? He was with

you all the time?

Un-uh. Only on the train, in the

last three day before we left.

Uncle Jack got him to come along.

You're gonna get fat.

Mm, I can't help that.

You're such a wonderful housekeeper.

- You certainly know how to

make things taste good.

- Mmmm.

I don't think you'd stay single

very long if some of these bachelors

- or widowers around

town for just one...

- It's a little odd.

What's odd?

Your mother's not mentioning

that Mr. Morgan had been with you.

Didn't think of it, I suppose.

- But I'll tell you

something in confidence...

- What?

Well it struck me that

Mr. Morgan looked pretty

absent-minded most of the time.

And he's certainly dressing

better than he used to.

Oh he...he's isn't dressing

better, he's dressing up.

Fanny, you oughta be a

little encouraging when a

prized bachelor begins to

show by his haberdashery

what he wants you to think about him.

Jacks tells me that the

factory's been doing quite well.

- Quite well?

- Honestly, Aunt Fanny...

- Why listen, you changed that...

I shouldn't be a bit surprised

to have him request an interview

and declare that his

intentions are honourable.

And ask my permission to

pay his addresses to you.

What had I better tell him?

Oh, Aunt Fanny.

- Oh, Fanny, we were only teasing.

- Oh, let me alone!

- Please, Fanny.

- We didn't mean anything.

- Let go of me! Please!

- I didn't know you'd got

so sensitive as all this.

- Please, let me alone!

It's getting so you can't joke

with her about anything anymore.

It all began when we found out

that Father's estate was all washed

up and he didn't leave anything.

I thought she'd fell better when

we turned over his insurance to her.

Gave it to her absolutely

without any strings to it.

But, now...I dunno...

Yeah.

I think maybe we've been...

teasing her about the wrong things.

Fanny hasn't got much in her life.

You know George, just

being an aunt isn't...

really the great career it

may sometimes seem to be.

I really don't know of

anything much Fanny has got.

Except her feeling about Eugene.

We're now turning out a

car and a quarter a day.

- Isn't that marvelous?

- What's marvelous?

They're turning out a

car and a quarter a day.

Mother...

All this noise and smell

seems to be good for you.

You oughta come here every

time you get the blues.

She never gets the blues, George.

I never knew a person of

a more even disposition.

- No, it's this place.

- I wish I could be more like that.

Wouldn't anybody be delighted

to see an old friend take an

idea out of the air like that? An

idea most people laughed at him for.

And turn it to such a splendid

humming thing as this factory.

Do you remember this?

Our first machine.

The original Morgan Invincible.

I remember.

How quaint!

Of course I'm happy...

- so very, very happy.

- Just look at the Morgan

now, Mrs. Minafer.

It's beautiful.

Just beautiful.

Did you ever see

anything so lovely?

- As what?

- As you mother. She's a darling!

And Papa looks as if he

were either going to explode,

or to utter loud sobs.

It's just glorious.

It makes us all happy, Eugene.

Give him your hand, Fanny.

There. If brother Jack were here,

Eugene would have his three

oldest and best friends

congratulating him all at once.

We know what brother Jack

thinks about it, though.

I used to write verse

about 20 years ago,

- remember that?

- I remember that, too.

I'm almost thinking

I could do it again...

to thank you for making a factory

visit into such a kind celebration.

Isabel, dear...

Yes, Eugene.

Don't you think you

should tell George?

- About us?

- Yes.

There's still time.

I think he should hear it from you.

He will, dearest.

Soon...

Soon.

I'll still take a horse any day.

- Wo.

- Oh, don't.

- Why?

Do you want him to

trot his legs off?

- No, but...

- "No but" what?

I know when you make him walk

it's so you can give all your

attention to proposing to me again.

- George, do let Pendennis trot again.

- I won't.

Get up, Pendennis. Go

on, trot! Commence!

Ah, Lucy,

if you aren't the prettiest

thing in this world.

When are you going to

say we're really engaged?

Not for years. So

there's the answer.

Lucy!

Dear, what's the matter?

You look as if you're going to cry.

You always do that, whenever I can

get you to talk about marrying me.

- I know it.

- Well why do you?

One reason's because...I have

a feeling it's never going to be.

- You haven't any reason or...

- It's just a feeling.

I don't know...

Everything's so unsettled.

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