Lincoln: Please sit down.
Custis: Polite?
Lincoln: Please. I can't sit myself, you see, if you don't.
Custis: Black, black. White, white.
Lincoln: Nonsense. Just two old men, sitting together (CUSTIS sits to LINCOLN'S gesture)—and talking.
Custis: I think I older man than Mista Lincoln.
Lincoln: Yes, I expect you are, I'm fifty-four.
Custis: I seventy-two.
Lincoln: I hope I shall look as young when I'm seventy-two.
Custis: Cold water. Much walk. Believe in Lord Jesus Christ. Have always little herbs learnt when a little nigger. Mista Lincoln try. Very good.