But look at him! Look at him, will you?
The little white-faced, washed out runt, what is he?
He ain't no man, Dad.

He ain't even as much of a man as he was.

And Sammy is--God! What a woman she is! You've been a tellin' me that I could be a gentleman, even if I always lived in the backwoods.
But you're wrong, Dad, plumb wrong.

I ain't no gentleman.

I can't never be one.