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Lee, do you yield?
You shot him in the side!
Yes, he yields! I'm satisfied!
Yo, we gotta clear the field
Go, we won Here comes the General! This should be fun
What is the meaning of this?!
Mr. Burr, get a medic for the General
Yes, sir Lee, you will never agree with me But believe me, these young men don't speak for me,
Thank you for your service
Let's ride! Hamilton!
Sir? Meet me inside
Sonâ
Don't call me son
This war is hard enough without in-fighting
Lee called you out, we called his bluff You solve nothing, you aggravate our allies to the south!
You're absolutely right, John should've shot him in the mouth
That woulda shut him up
Sonâ
I'm notcha sonâ
Watch your tone I am not a maiden in need of defending (I am grown!)
Charles Lee, Thomas Conway
These men take your name and they rake it through the mud
My name's been through a lot, I can take it
Well, I don't have your name
I don't have your titles
I don't have your land
But if youâ No
If you gave me command of a battalion
A group of men to lead I could fly above my station
After the war
Or you could die, and we need you alive I am more than willing to die
Your wife needs you alive
Son, I need you alive!
Call me son one more time!
Go home, Alexander
That's an order from your commander (Sir?) Go home