We may see murder yet!

John Adams:

[Adams resumes singing "But, Mr. Adams"]
Mr. Jefferson, dear Mr. Jefferson, I'm only 41, I still have my virility, / And I can romp through Cupid's grove with great agility, / But life is more than sexual combustility, John Adams:
[spoken rapidly]
Jefferson, stop right there! Dr. Benjamin Franklin, Roger Sherman, Robert Livingston:
[sung]
Combustibility, combustibility, combustibili... John Adams:
[Adams glares angrily at Franklin, Sherman, and Livingston]
Quiet! John Adams:
Now, you'll write it, Mr. J. Thomas Jefferson:
Who will make me, Mr. A.? John Adams:
I. Thomas Jefferson:
You? John Adams:
Yes. Thomas Jefferson:
[Jefferson looks down at Adams]
How? John Adams:
By physical force, if necessary. It's your duty, damnit, your duty! Thomas Jefferson:
[Jefferson resumes singing "But, Mr. Adams"]
Mr. Adams, damn you, Mr. Adams, / You're obnoxious and disliked, that cannot be denied, / Once again, you stand between me and my lovely bride, Dr. Benjamin Franklin, Roger Sherman, Robert Livingston:
[sung]
Lovely bride, Thomas Jefferson:
[sung]
Oh, Mr. Adams, you are driving me to homicide, John Adams:
[Jefferson walks away]
Jefferson, stop! Dr. Benjamin Franklin, Roger Sherman, Robert Livingston:
[sung]
Homicide, homicide... John Adams:
Quiet! John Adams:
[Adams runs down the stairs, and hands the pen to Jefferson]
The decision is yours, Jefferson, do as you like with it! Dr. Benjamin Franklin, Roger Sherman, Robert Livingston:
[Jefferson takes the pen from Adams; Franklin, Sherman and Livingston resume singing, concluding the song]
We may see murder yet!