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Paul: I love you. You belong with me.
Holly: No. People don’t belong to people.
Paul: Of course they do.
Holly: Nobody’s going to put me in a cage.
Paul: I want to love you.
Holly: It’s the same thing.
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Paul: You know what wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are? You’re chicken. You got no guts. You’re afraid to say, “Okay, life’s 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 the 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.

Breakfast at Tiffany's