Abraham Lincoln

Abraham Lincoln:
You know, Ann, I... I've always done a lot of dreaming. And lately it seems when I dream, your face gets mixed up in it.

Ann Rutledge:
Does it really, Abe? Tell me about them, Lincoln.

Abraham Lincoln:
Well, I... I feel as though I'm going to be seeing your face 'til the day I die. Course, I know that that'll be pretty hard on you to have to look at my face that long.

Ann Rutledge:
Everybody to their own opinion.

Abraham Lincoln:
Hmm?

Ann Rutledge:
Well, I... I think it's the dearest, kindest, most beautiful face in the whole world.

Abraham Lincoln:
Oh, Ann, Ann. Course, I know that's just flattery, but I love it.

Ann Rutledge:
I know the truth, dear. It's goodbye.

Abraham Lincoln:
No, no, Ann, dear. You're not going to leave me. I won't let you!

Ann Rutledge:
We must be brave, dear...

Ann Rutledge:
Don't take me away. Don't take me away! It's so dark and lonesome!

Abraham Lincoln:
Ann, you mustn't let go.

Ann Rutledge:
If they'd sing, I wouldn't be so afraid.

Ann Rutledge:
We will meet there, dear.

Mary Todd Lincoln:
Abraham Lincoln! Will you never learn to keep your feet in shoes!

Abraham Lincoln:
I've hung my hat and here it stays till they knock it off with a bayonet. From now on, Mary, I'm going to run this war!

Gen. Robert E. Lee:
(grasping sword) Surrender? My poor army! Why I'd rather die a thousand deaths than...

Offut:
There he is! Ugliest, laziest, smartest man in New Salem. Ain't ya, Abe?

Abraham Lincoln:
Well, I don't mind my face; I'm behind it. It's the people in front that get jarred.

Abraham Lincoln:
You taught me how to love.

Ann Rutledge:
Have I taught you to like it?

Abraham Lincoln:
You know, I feel like little Jimmy Watkins. He got a hunk of gingerbread the other day and said, 'I guess there's nobody loves gingerbread like I does and gets so little of it.'

Ann Rutledge:
Oh, Abe.

Abraham Lincoln:
Ann, will you... will you marry me? I mean, of course, when I get out of debt and can support you?

Ann Rutledge:
Well, you know, Abe, I've intended to for a long while. That is, of course, if you ask me.

Abraham Lincoln:
You... you mean...?

Ann Rutledge:
Yes, Abe... you've got your gingerbread.