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.
[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.
