I don't want to put you in a cage. I want to love you.
It's the same thing.
No it's not. Holly...
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. Stop the cab.
...and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. 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...]
Here. I've been carrying this thing around for months. I don't want it anymore.