You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s 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,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

Paul: I love you.

Holly: So what.

Paul: So what? So plenty! I love you, you belong to me!

HollyNo. People don’t belong to people.

Paul: Of course they do!

Holly: I’ll never let anybody put me in a cage.

Paul: I don’t want to put you in a cage, I want to love you!