Eliza Hamilton: I stop wasting time on tears. I live another fifty years. It's not enough. I interview every soldier who fought by your side. I try to make sense of your thousands of pages of writings. You really do write like you're running out of time. I rely on Angelica. While she's alive, we tell your story.
Eliza Hamilton: We don't need a legacy. We don't need money. If I could grant you peace of mind, If you could let me inside your heart... Oh, let me be a part of the narrative in the story they will write someday. Let this moment be the first chapter: where you decide to stay and I could be enough and we could be enough that would be enough.