Mr. Holbrook: (in Caroline's flashback) This is about the worst Christmas I can imagine for a child. A stranger you barely even know is where your father used to be. I'd surely feel the same way. And on top of all that, it has to rain.
Young Caroline: I don't want to talk to you.
Mr. Holbrook: Maybe it is all wrong. Maybe your Ma and I shouldn't have gotten married. A man like your Pa.......the likes of me can even begin to take his place. Not a man like him. He was the finest I ever knew. We were friends. I guess you knew that. I don't know if he felt the same way, probably not, but I thought of him as my best friend. When he passed on, I cried. God, I cried.