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 flower] yet allow themselves be treated as *that* [she gestures to a
field of flowers]