HOLLY: "So what?"
PAUL: "So what? So plenty. I love you, you belong to me."
HOLLY: "No, people don't belong to people."
PAUL: "Of course they do"
HOLLY: "I won't let anyone to put me in a cage."
PAUL: "I don't wanna put you in cage, I wanna love you"
HOLLY: "The same thing!"
PAUL: "No it's not. Holly..."
HOLLY: "I'm not Holly, I'm not Lula Mae even, I don't know who I am. I'm like cat here: we're a couple of nameless slobs, we belong to nobody and nobody belong to us, we don't even belong to each other"
PAUL: "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.