Breathless À bout de souffle (1960, Jean-Luc Godard)
Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.
"Fuck jewels…I think my soul glows bright enough. And fuck whips…I learn more when I ride the bus. And fuck gold…it’s bad enough that we fight for bucks. And fuck hoes…cuz in the end I need a wife to love."