Damn the sword! When Virginia wanted a sword, I gave her one. Now she sends me a toy! I require bread!

When I saw the toy piano on one of the pages, that was it!

I am George Rogers Clark. You have just become a prisoner of the Commonwealth of Virginia.

The sword is very handsome. I am too old and infirm, as you see, to ever use a sword again, but I am glad that my old mother state has not entirely forgotten me.

If I gave a damn what other people think of me, I would be more like other people.

Frankly my dear I don't give a damn.