Maude:
I should like to change into a sunflower most of all. They're so tall and simple. What flower would you like to be?
Harold:
I don't know. One of these, maybe.
Maude:
Why do you say that?
Harold:
Because they're all alike.
Maude:
Oooh, but they're *not*. Look. See, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have lost some petals. All *kinds* of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are *this*,
[she points to a daisy]
Maude:
yet allow themselves be treated as *that*.
[she gestures to a field of daisies]
Maude:
[cut to a shot of a field of gravestones in a military cemetery]
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