Andrew Johnson:
[after gazing upon a portrait of Lincoln in the White House after his assassination]
I bark out at people. He knew how to turn 'em down with just a funny story.
Eliza McCardle Johnson:
The wonder of it; that you should work in his study, sit at his desk
Andrew Johnson:
The terror of it to ask myself every day of every hour 'what would he have done?', and not to know. Eliza, I ain't fit.
Eliza McCardle Johnson:
Andrew, it came to us at Milligan's forge that you were fit to be sheriff; you've grown a lot since then.
Andrew Johnson:
You tryin' to tell me I'm fit to follow him? You know better than that.
Eliza McCardle Johnson:
To follow him who is, who ever will be.
Andrew Johnson:
The trouble with me Eliza, I was never fit to lace up his boots, let alone stand in 'em.
Eliza McCardle Johnson:
You were the man he chose Andrew, to stand in his boots if anything should happen to him.
[he smiles and lovingly nuzzles her hand]
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