The bottom line
JOHN: Why, Abby? You must tell me what it is. I've always been dissatisfied, I know that. But lately I find that I reek of discontentment. It fills my throat, and it floods my brain. And sometimes I fear there is no longer a dream, but only the discontentment.
ABIGAIL: Oh, John, can you really know so little about yourself? And can you really think so little of me that you believe I'd marry the man you've described?
ABIGAIL: Oh, John, can you really know so little about yourself? And can you really think so little of me that you believe I'd marry the man you've described?