Hamilton: Honey?
Eliza: What?
Hamilton: Where’s my quill?
Eliza: I, uh, I put it away.
Hamilton: Where?
Eliza: Why do you need to know?
Hamilton: I need it.
Eliza: Nuh-uh, don’t you even THINK about leaving to go to the Constitutional Convention! We’ve been planning this summer trip for months!
Hamilton: America is in danger!
Eliza: My summer is in danger!
Hamilton: You tell me where my quill is, woman. This is for the greater good!
Eliza: I am your wife! I’m the greatest good you’re ever gonna get!