BEAR WITH ME HERE... this excerpt is one of my very favorites of all time.
I love to watch things grow.
73 EXT. FLOWER FARM - DAY
SHOTS of flowers growing, all different varieties, in
clusters, in pots, on vines, in greenhouses, in large
Maude and Harold are walking down a row of flowers.
They grow and bloom, and fade, and
die, and some change into something
else. Ah, life!
They stop by some flowers.
I should like to change into a
sunflower most of all. They are
so tall and simple. And you,
Harold, what flower would you
like to be?
I don't know. Just one of those.
74 HAROLD'S POV
We see a large field of daisies stretching to the hills.
75 EXT. BY THE DAISY FIELD - DAY
Harold and Maude look out at it.
(a little perturbed)
Why do you say that?
Because they are all the same.
Oooh, but they are not. Look.
They bend down to see some close ones.
See - some are smaller, some are
fatter, some grow to the left,
some to the right, some even have
some petals missing - all kinds
of observable differences, and we
haven't even touched the bio-
chemical. You see, Harold, they're
like the Japanese. At first you
think they all look alike, but
after you get to know them you see
there is not a repeat in the bunch.
Each person is different, never
existed before and never to exist
again. Just like this daisy -
(she picks it)
- an individual.
They stand up.
Well, we may be individuals all
right but -
(he looks out
at the field)
- we have to grow up together.
Maude looks up. She is very struck by what Harold said.
She speaks very softly and we see she has tears in her eyes.
Yes, that's very true. Still I
believe much of the world's
sorrow comes from people who know
they are this -
- yet let themselves be treated -
(she looks out
at the field)
- as that.