-What?
-So what?So plenty!
I love you.You belong to me.
-No.People don't belong to people.
-Of course they do.
-I'm not gonna let anyone put me in a cage.
-I don't want to put you in a cage. I want to love you.
-The same thing.
-No ,it's not,Holly...
-I'm not Holly.I'm not Lunemy either.I don't know who I am.
I'm like cat here,we are couples of no name slobs.
We belong to nobody and nobody belongs to us.We don't even belong to each other.
Stop the cab.
-What do you think?This ought to be the right place for a tough guy like you.
Garbage cans, rats galore.
Scram!
I said take off!Beat it!
-Let's go.
-Driver,pull over here.
-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.
Here.I've been carrying this thing around for years.
I don't want it anymore.