Let's go to the tent and I'll be Cemetery Ridge and you play Pickett. Don't make me surrender Abe-y.
No wonder you never see a woman from this era smile. God, this dress is heavy.
I feel as bad as you look.
Who's bright idea was it to wear black in the summer?
You know what they say about big hats don't you?
Got a proclamation to emancipate me out of this dress?