John Adams Abigail "Nabby": Why do boys have all the pleasure?
Abigail Adams: Because we let them.

In Plain Sight Abigail: You scared me.
Marshall: I scared you? For me it was the sniper fire. Ow.
Abigail: Don't a baby. Let me get the glass out.
Marshall: Sorry you got dragged into this sub-optimal situation.
Abigail: Well, I'm not sure I mentioned it, but in my off-time I do a little detective work. Dead bodies, flying bullets, kind a part of the job description.
Marshall: If anything happened, I want you to know I --
Abigail: What? You'd throw yourself on top of Mary?
Marshall: No. I mean, yes. She's my partner, Abigail, and she's pregnant. My instincts kicked in.
Abigail: I get it. I do.
Marshall: Do you?
Abigail: I do.

Blade Trinity Hannibal King: Did you see that guy? We're gonna lose, man! [Abigail takes the stake from his shoulder] God! We're going to fucking lose! What did the one lesbian vampire say to the other?
Abigail: Shut up, king.
Hannibal King: "See you in 28 days." [laughs, Abigail holds out a vial] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What is that?
Abigail Whistler: It's an elastic protein. It's going to stop the hemmoraging.
Hannibal King: Is it going to hurt?
Abigail Whistler: … Yeah, it's going to sting a little.
[Abigail sprays a thick, white substance onto the wound]
Hannibal King: Fuck me! [screams]

John Adams Abigail "Nabby": Is the war over?
Abigail Adams: Not while there is a single British soldier remaining in America. But they cannot hold on for long. Not after this. God be praised, and General Washington.

John Adams John Adams: Abigail. Here's a fine culmination to all my years of service - fewer than half the votes of the electoral college. General Washington is unanimously acclaimed President with 69 votes, whereas I apparently am scorned by all but 34 of the electors.
Abigail Adams: John, there are two, four, six, eight, ten other names here. You have more votes than all of them put together. And John Jay comes in third with nine.
John Adams: Nonetheless, I consider - I consider such a showing a stain upon my character.
Abigail Adams: John!
John Adams: I will not and I cannot accept it.
Abigail Adams: John... You are vice president now.

John Adams Abigail Adams: Paris is unique.
Thomas Jefferson: Yes, and best enjoyed in the company of women.
Abigail Adams: Women would add interest to many things, Mr. Jefferson, if men would allow it.
Thomas Jefferson: Well, that has been my experience, Ms. Adams.

National Treasure Book of Secrets Riley: Start the car!
Abigail: [starts car]
Riley: Put it in gear!
Abigail: [puts it in gear, then notices the policeman staring at them] Uh-oh.
Policeman: What are you doing there?
Riley: We're going to jail...

National Treasure Book of Secrets Abigail: What is it?
Ben: Appears to be a counterweight to hold the door open.
Riley: What's that sound?
Abigail: Fascinating.
Riley: [touches counterweight] Ah, oh, ah!
[counterweight falls apart, closing and locking the door]
Riley: Sorry.

National Treasure Book of Secrets Abigail: Riley, come out here.
Riley: What? [laughs] Heeeey! What are you doing here? I mean it's your house but, hey! I sent you a copy of my book, did you get a chance to rea--
Abigail: No, I haven't read it yet.
Riley: [looks at Abigail's date] I know you! You're the White House curator! I'm Riley, we met at the uh white house thing...
Connor: Oh yeah, you're Ben's assistant.
Riley: What? Did he- [looks at Ben, then shuts up]

In Plain Sight Abigail: I am thinking of buying Marshall a first edition of Leaves of Grass. Do you know if he has it already?
Mary: [laughs] Right. Because I've got Marshall's pretentious book collection memorized.
Abigail: Well, I just thought you might --
Mary: Tell me you're not one of those psycho girlfriends trolling for intel about the guy she's dating.
Abigail: Mary, this isn't a trick question. It's not espionage. You know Marshall better than he knows himself, and you sit five feet away from him ten hours a day.