John:
(Oh, Abigail, what am I going to do?)
Abigail:
(Do, John?)
John:
(You must tell me what it is. I've always been dissatisfied, I know that. But lately I find I... I reek of discontentment. It-it-it-it fills my throat and floods my brain, and sometimes... sometimes, I fear there is no longer a dream, but only the discontentment.)
Abigail:
(Oh, John. Can you really know so little about yourself? And can you think so little of me that you'd believe I married the man you've described? Have you forgotten what you used to say to me? I haven't. "Commitment, Abby. Commitment. There are only two creatures of value on the face of this Earth: those with a commitment and those who require the commitment of others." Do you remember, John?)
John:
(I remember.)
McNair:
(Mr. Adams? Mr Adams!)
John:
(What?)
McNair
(These are for you. They just arrived.)
John
(Well, just a minute. What are they? What's in them? Who sent them?)
Abigail:
Compliments of the Concord Ladies' Coffee Club
And the Sisterhood of the Truro Synagogue
And the Friday Evening Baptist's Sewing Circle
And the Holy Christian Sisters of St. Claire
All for you, John
I am, as I ever was and ever shall be
Yours
Yours
Yours
Yours
John:
(Just a minute, Abigail. What's in those kegs?)
Abigail:
Saltpetre, John!