"You'll be back tomorrow?"
"Well, let me see you down, then."
"I can climb. You stay and guard your mountain, you think so much of it."
"When will I see you then?"
"Never, we'll call it off."
"But my roots are here, my roots are down in that rock. You can't breathe down there, Judy. Not when you've lived up here in these hills."
"I know how it is, Van, forget about it. You had your choice and you chose High Tor. You're in love with your mountain. Well, keep your mountain."