What Maisie Knew

Lincoln:
I'm her... sorta... like... Maisie's stepfather.

[first lines]

Susanna:
Want to sleep with mommy tonight?

Maisie:
Um hmm.

Susanna:
In my bed?

Maisie:
Um hmm.

Susanna:
You promise not to kick me?

Maisie:
I promise.

Beale:
[upon meeting Lincoln] I'd give you a couple of pointers, but I doubt that the Jacobean Tragedy that was our relationship would apply to the farce that you two guys are playing out.