Let go!
Reba
Why, you're holding me!
(He drops her hands and goes to window, as if intending flight. She becomes subtle.)
Reba
Dr. Seymour says you've done something wonderful, Philo. Won't you show me your machine?
Philo
No.
Reba
But I care! I care more than anybody! I want you to be great. I could sit by you all my life just watching you being great. (Philo smiles. She twirls over to him.) And I don't like to be still, either.