Hamilton: And why are we not going to let Washington call us his ‘sons?’
Lafayette: Because . . . it’s demeaning?
Hamilton: Exactly.
Washington: G’morning, sons.
Lafayette: Bonjour, Papa!
Hamilton: For fuck’s sake, Laf!
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Hamilton: And why are we not going to let Washington call us his ‘sons?’
Lafayette: Because . . . it’s demeaning?
Hamilton: Exactly.
Washington: G’morning, sons.
Lafayette: Bonjour, Papa!
Hamilton: For fuck’s sake, Laf!
Washington and Lafayette! I love their father/son relationship, it gives me heart so much joy!!
Lafayette: General Washington! My old friend, how I’ve missed you!
Lafayette plants his hands on the General’s head, leaning forward. Washington patiently waits for his head to be turned for a typical two-cheek kiss, but then forcefully jerks back before their lips can touch.
Washington: What are you doing?
Lafayette, confused: Pardon me, Monsieur. I’m still not quite familiar with your American customs. I thought this was how you greet companions?
Washington: I understand our interactions are different to the French, but we’re not as . . . passionate as you lot.
Lafayette: . . . but Monsieur, that is how Alexander greets Lt. Laurens . . .
Hamilton, quickly rising from his desk to push Lafayette out of George’s office: No, no!