Alice: (to her husband as she is dying) Don't, Louis, please. We've got to talk. I don't want you to go back to the circus. I know it's a lot to ask, but for your daughter's sake, please don't. It's no life for a girl, always moving around, never really belonging anywhere. I'm not asking you to promise, just to try.
Lou: You know I'll try. I'll really try.
Alice: (smiles, looks down at the baby) Cynthia is beautiful.