You know What's wrong with you, Miss whoever-you-are? You're
chicken. You got no guts. You're afraid to 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. 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 by Tulip, Texas or Somaliland. 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
months. (Paul hands Holly a ring box) I don't want it anymore" (Holly
changes her mind) Jumps out the taxi to find the cat she dumped into an
alley. Holly "Here, cat! Cat! Paul (behind her) Where's the cat? Holly
"I don't know. Cat! Cat! Cat! Cat! Oh, cat. [meow] Here cat. Oh...
(finds the cat, finds love. The kiss)
Sempre achei que tinha tudo a ver comigo.
Miss whoever-you-are.
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