FLAMM
You must. Whether you may or not—I don't care! In fact I don't give a tinker's damn! If this thing is really decreed in the council of God, as the song has it—I want a dismissal in all due form: I refuse to be just coolly shunted off.—Rose, is there anything in the past for which I need to ask your forgiveness?
ROSE
[Touched, shakes her head with energy.] Nothin', nothin' at all, Mr. Flamm.