James: I bet there's immigrant kids fallin' in love behind every bush along this creek. Ours just doesn't hide it. If she loves somethin', she'll hold its hand in front of the whole world.
Margaret: She gets that from you.
James: She gets racin' up that hill from me. But the way she loves? She gets that from you; that's why it scares you so bad.
Margaret: You're not scared?
James: My fear is selfish. I just want to be with her. Know her children when she has 'em. But I can't alter the course of her life just cause of how bad I'm gonna miss her.