9 Tracy & Hepburn films, 9 favorite scenes
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Now, Mr. Prentice, clearly a most reasonable man, says he has no wish to offend me but wants to know if I’m some kind of a nut. And Mrs. Prentice says that, like her husband, I’m a burned-out old shell of a man who cannot even remember what it’s like to love a woman the way her son loves my daughter. And strange as it seems, that’s the first statement made to me all day with which I am prepared to take issue. Because I think you’re wrong. You’re as wrong as you could be. I admit that I hadn’t considered it, hadn’t even thought about it, but I know exactly how he feels about her. And there is nothing, absolutely nothing, that your son feels for my daughter that I didn’t feel for Christina. Old, yes. Burned-out, certainly. But I can tell you, the memories are still there. Clear, intact, indestructible. And they’ll be there if I live to be 110. Where John made his mistake I think was attaching so much importance to what her mother and I might think. Because in the final analysis it doesn’t matter a damn what we think. The only thing that matters is what they feel, and how much they feel for each other. And if it’s half of what we felt… that’s everything.