FLAMM
[Closing the public registration book and finding courage to look at ROSE.] Rose! Wake up! What's the matter with you? Surely you're not going to worry about all that ranting? [A fever seems to shake her and her great eyes are full of tears.] Rose! Be sensible! What's the …?
ROSE
I know what I want—and—maybe—I'll be able to put it through! An'—if not—it don't matter—neither!