“You asked me who I belong to. I belong to you.”
“You asked me who I belong to," he whispered. "I belong to you. Your blood is my blood, your bones my bones. The first time you saw me, I looked familiar, didn't I? Just like you looked familiar to me.”
“Do I have to be here to belong to you?' Froi asked. 'Can't I belong to you wherever I am?”
“I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.”
“You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.”
“You know who you belong to, Jack?”“Yeah.”“Yourself.”He’s wrong, actually, I belong to Ma.”