Uncle Jack
Your grandson. Last night, he seemed inclined to melancholy.
Major Amberson
What about? Not getting remorseful about all the money he spent at college, is he? I wonder what he thinks I'm made of.
Uncle Jack
Gold, and he's right about that part of you, father.
Major Amberson
What part?
Uncle Jack
Heart.
Major Amberson
I suppose that may account for how heavy it feels nowadays, sometimes. This town seems to be rolling right over that old heart you mentioned just now, Jack. Rolling over us and burying us under.

