Mrs. Lincoln: You don't. You just don't heed. Samuel Stone's been smoking in here.
Lincoln: He's a careless, poor fellow.
Mrs. Lincoln: He is, and a fine example you set him. You don't care whether he makes my parlour smell poison or not.
Lincoln: Of course I do—
Mrs. Lincoln: You don't. Your head is too stuffed with things to think about my ways. I've got neighbours if you haven't.
Lincoln: Well, now, your neighbours are mine, I suppose.
Mrs. Lincoln: Then why won't you consider appearances a little?
Lincoln: Certainly. I must.
Mrs. Lincoln: Will you get a new hat?
Lincoln: Yes, I must see about it.