mrs. mountchessington: miss mary meredith! oh, i m delighted. mary todd lincoln: what will miss harris think of my hanging on to you so? asa trenchard: and mothers would go away from a fellow when they found that out, but you don t valley fortune, miss gusty? abraham lincoln: she won t think anything about it. mrs. mountchessington: my love, you had better go. asa trenchard: you crave affection, you do. frederick seward: go back and tell the doctor that mr. seward s son refused to let you see him, if you think i cannot be trusted with the medicine. james powell: very well then. [gun cocks]. [gun cocks]. james powell: you son of a bitch! [gun clicks].
mrs. mountchessington: miss mary meredith! oh, i m delighted. mary todd lincoln: what will miss harris think of my hanging on to you so? asa trenchard: and mothers would go away from a fellow when they found that out, but you don t valley fortune, miss gusty? abraham lincoln: she won t think anything about it. mrs. mountchessington: my love, you had better go. asa trenchard: you crave affection, you do. frederick seward: go back and tell the doctor that mr. seward s son refused to let you see him, if you think i cannot be trusted with the medicine. james powell: very well then. [gun cocks]. [gun cocks]. james powell: you son of a bitch! [gun clicks].
mrs. mountchessington: miss mary meredith! oh, i m delighted. mary todd lincoln: what will miss harris think of my hanging on to you so? asa trenchard: and mothers would go away from a fellow when they found that out, but you don t valley fortune, miss gusty? abraham lincoln: she won t think anything about it. mrs. mountchessington: my love, you had better go. asa trenchard: you crave affection, you do. frederick seward: go back and tell the doctor that mr. seward s son refused to let you see him, if you think i cannot be trusted with the medicine. james powell: very well then. [gun cocks]. [gun cocks]. james powell: you son of a bitch!