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 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.

[takes out the ring and throws it in Holly's lap]

Paul Varjak: Here. I've been carrying this thing around for months. I don't want it anymore.

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.