Paul Varjak: Holly, I’m in love with you. Holly Golightly: So what? Paul Varjak: So what? So plenty! I love you. You belong to me. Holly Golightly: No. People don’t belong to people. Paul Varjak: Of course they do. Holly Golightly: I’m not going to let anyone put me in a cage. Paul Varjak: I don’t want to put you in a cage. I want to love you. Holly Golightly: It’s the same thing. Paul Varjak: No it’s not. Holly… Holly Golightly: I’m not Holly. I’m not Lula Mae, either. I don’t know who I am! I’m like cat here, a couple of no-name slobs. We belong to nobody and nobody belongs to us. We don’t even belong to each other.
Paul Varjak: 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 going to 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 Somaliland. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
I told you to be patient I told you to be fine I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind Now all your love is wasted Then who the hell was I? Now I’m breaking at the britches And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you? Who will fight? Who will fall far behind?
Just because somebody flirts with you, Doesn’t mean they like you. Just because somebody likes you, doesn’t mean they wanna go out with you. Just because they wanna go out with you, Doesn’t mean they love you. Just because somebody loves you, Doesn’t mean they won’t hurt you. Because people lie, things change, partners cheat, and best friends ditch. And there are always gonna be those people who would kill to see you fall.