"...and Maude loves Harold."

The following is from Ruth Gordon's autobiography, My Side. Any fans of Harold and Maude will likely find this excerpt particularly touching:

At the Winnebago, Bud knocked. 'Can I come in?'

'Come in.'

'Here, Ruth.' Bud put a square package in my hand.

'I love you. See you at the party.'

He was gone. The blue leather box from Shreve's in San Francisco opened, on a white satin cushion was a violet pansy with a diamond dewdrop set on a petal. I pinned it on my sweater.

Sy's party looked as though he's planned it for thirteen weeks! As we went in, Carl in a Santa Claus suit scattered snow over us, reminder of our chilly schedule when we were mostly cold for three months. The house was strung with icicles., snowbanks in every corner, wet slickers and umbrellas here and there. A sign said, 'Over here for your ginger pie and oat straw tea.' What Maude served Harold the first time he paid a call. 'Organic hashish,' said another sign. A hookah puffed smoke like Maude's. A tape played Cat Stevens' song that we'd just done for the closing shot. Everybody and wife or husband or girl or feller showed up.

'Look,' I said to Bud, and pointed to my beautiful flower with the diamond dewdrop pinned on my sweater.

'You know what it's supposed to be?'

'A daisy.'

'They didn't have daisies. I knew you'd know.'

'I did.'

'Did you read what it says?'

'The card?'

'The pin.'

I took it off. 'Where?'

'There.' He pointed to the back.

Why put on glasses at such a moment? Garson understood. 'Read it, Bud,' said Garson.

'I love you, Maude. Harold.'