Offut: There he is! Ugliest, laziest, smartest man in New Salem. Ain't ya, Abe?
Abraham Lincoln: Well, I don't mind my face; I'm behind it. It's the people in front that get jarred.

Abraham Lincoln: I've hung my hat and here it stays till they knock it off with a bayonet. From now on, Mary, I'm going to run this war!

Abraham Lincoln: You know, Ann, I... I've always done a lot of dreaming. And lately it seems when I dream, your face gets mixed up in it.
Ann Rutledge: Does it really, Abe? Tell me about them, Lincoln.
Abraham Lincoln: Well, I... I feel as though I'm going to be seeing your face 'til the day I die. Course, I know that that'll be pretty hard on you to have to look at my face that long.
Ann Rutledge: Everybody to their own opinion.
Abraham Lincoln: Hmm?
Ann Rutledge: Well, I... I think it's the dearest, kindest, most beautiful face in the whole world.
Abraham Lincoln: Oh, Ann, Ann. Course, I know that's just flattery, but I love it.

Abraham Lincoln: You know, I feel like little Jimmy Watkins. He got a hunk of gingerbread the other day and said, 'I guess there's nobody loves gingerbread like I does and gets so little of it.'
Ann Rutledge: Oh, Abe.
Abraham Lincoln: Ann, will you... will you marry me? I mean, of course, when I get out of debt and can support you?
Ann Rutledge: Well, you know, Abe, I've intended to for a long while. That is, of course, if you ask me.
Abraham Lincoln: You... you mean...?
Ann Rutledge: Yes, Abe... you've got your gingerbread.

Abraham Lincoln: You taught me how to love.
Ann Rutledge: Have I taught you to like it?
[both laugh]

[death scene]
Ann Rutledge: I know the truth, dear. It's goodbye.
Abraham Lincoln: No, no, Ann, dear. You're not going to leave me. I won't let you!
Ann Rutledge: We must be brave, dear...
[looking up to the heavens]
Ann Rutledge: Don't take me away. Don't take me away! It's so dark and lonesome!
Abraham Lincoln: Ann, you mustn't let go.
Ann Rutledge: If they'd sing, I wouldn't be so afraid.
[a chorus of "Sweet By and By" swells up in the background]
Ann Rutledge: We will meet there, dear.