after breakfast at tiffany's on a valentine's day

Paul Varjack: Holly, I'm in love with you.

Holly Golightly: So what?

Paul Varjack: So what? So plenty! I love you. You belong to me.

Holly Golightly: No. People don’t belong to people.

Paul Varjack: Of course they do

Holly Golightly: Nobody’s going to put me in a cage.

Paul Varjack: I want to love you.

Holly Golightly: It’s the same thing.

Paul Varjack: No, it’s not, Holly!

Holly Golightly: I’m not Holly. Im not Holly. I’m not Lula Mae, either. I don’t know who I am! I’m like cat here, a no-name slob. We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs o us. We don’t even belong to each other.


Paul Varjack: You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken. You got no guts. You’re afraid to say, “Ok, life is a fact.” People do fall in love. People do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness. You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing. You’re terrified somebody’s going to stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded by Tulip, Texas or Somaliland. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

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