Mr. Jefferson, dear Mr. Jefferson, I'm only 41, I still have my virility, / And I can romp...

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!