Oh, he never speaks his passions, he never speaks his views. Whereas other men speak...

Martha Jefferson: [singing] Oh, he never speaks his passions, he never speaks his views. Whereas other men speak volumes, the man I love is mute. In truth, I can't recall being wooed with words at all. Even now... John Adams: Oh, don't stop, madam. Dr. Benjamin Franklin: No, tell us. How did he win you? And how does he hold on to a bounty such as you? Martha Jefferson: [speaking] Well, surely you've noticed that Tom is a man of many accomplishments. Author, lawyer, statesman, architect, farmer. And still one more that a hesitate to mention. John Adams: Don't hesitate, madam. Don't hesitate. Dr. Benjamin Franklin: No, tell us. What else can that red-headed tombstone do? Martha Jefferson: [coyly beckoning them closer; singing] He plays the violin. He tucks it right under his chin. And he bows, oh, he bows, for he knows, yes, he knows, that's heigh, heigh, heigh diddle-diddle. 'Twixt my heart, Tom and his fiddle. My strings are unstrung. Heigh, heigh, heigh, heigh. I am undone. Dr. Benjamin Franklin: The violin, madam? Martha Jefferson: I hear his violin, and I get that feeling within. And I sigh, oh, I sigh. He draws near, very near. And it's heigh, heigh, heigh diddle-diddle, and goodbye to the fiddle, my strings are unstrung. Heigh, heigh, heigh, heigh. I'm always undone. Dr. Benjamin Franklin: That settles it, John. We're taking up the violin.