林肯传 (1930) 5.9

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. [death scene] 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... [looking up to the heavens] 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. [a chorus of "Sweet By and By" swells up in the background] 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! [an aide suggests that General Lee surrender] Gen. Robert E. Lee: (grasping sword) Surrender? My poor army! Why I'd rather die a thousand deaths than... Aide: There, there, General. You must lie down and rest. 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? [both laugh] 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.

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