Giles: (has a bottle of wine with him when he has dinner with the Ingalls family) I brought you something special from New York. 1865!
Carrie: That's older than me. Didn't they have any new ones?
Giles: (laughs) Wine improves with age, my dear. I'll just take the cork off, and we'll let it breathe for a while.
Carrie: (pauses) Mr. Kendall?
Carrie: It's not breathing. I think it's dead.