Breakfast at Tiffany's

Holly Golightly:
But I am mad about Jose. I honestly think I'd give up smoking if he asked me.

Mag Wildwood:
You know what's gonna happen to you? I am gonna march you over to the zoo and feed you to the yak.

Holly Golightly:
I've got to do something about the way I look. I mean a girl just can't go to Sing Sing with a green face.

Holly Golightly:
He's all right! Aren't you, cat? Poor cat! Poor slob! Poor slob without a name! The way I see it I haven't got the right to give him one. We don't belong to each other. We just took up one day by the river. I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is but I know what it is like. It's like Tiffany's.

Paul Varjak:
Tiffany's? You mean the jewelry store.

Holly Golightly:
That's right. I'm just CRAZY about Tiffany's!

Holly Golightly:
I'm like cat here, a no-name slob. We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us. We don't even belong to each other.

Holly Golightly:
Oh, golly gee damn!

Holly Golightly:
I'll tell you one thing, Fred, darling... I'd marry you for your money in a minute. Would you marry me for my money?

Paul Varjak:
In a minute.

Holly Golightly:
I guess it's pretty lucky neither of us is rich, huh?

Paul Varjak:
Yeah.

Holly Golightly:
Did I tell you how divinely and utterly happy I am?

Paul Varjak:
Yes.

Holly Golightly:
Thursday! It can't be! It's too gruesome!

Paul Varjak:
What's so gruesome about Thursday?

Holly Golightly:
Nothing, except I can never remember when it's coming up.

Holly Golightly:
You know those days when you get the mean reds?

Paul Varjak:
The mean reds, you mean like the blues?

Holly Golightly:
No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

Paul Varjak:
Sure.

Holly Golightly:
Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!

Paul Varjak:
You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

Holly Golightly:
You know those days when you get the mean reds?

Paul Varjak:
The mean reds, you mean like the blues?

Holly Golightly:
No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

Paul Varjak:
Sure.

Holly Golightly:
Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away.

Holly Golightly:
We're alike, me and cat. A couple of poor nameless slobs.

Holly Golightly:
It should take you exactly four seconds to cross from here to that door. I'll give you two.

Paul Varjak:
I don't think I've ever drunk champagne before breakfast before. With breakfast on several occasions, but never before, before.

Holly Golightly:
's alright. It's only me.

Paul Varjak:
Uh... Now wait a minute, Miss... uh...

Holly Golightly:
Golightly. Holly Golightly. I live downstairs. We met this morning, remember?

Paul Varjak:
Yeah.

Paul Varjak:
I never could do that.

Holly Golightly:
's easy.

Holly Golightly:
As Miss Golightly was saying before she was so rudely interrupted...

O.J. Berman:
Hey, Fred-baby!

Paul Varjak:
No, no. It's Paul-baby.

Paul Varjak:
I love you.

Holly Golightly:
So what.

Paul Varjak:
So what? So plenty!

Paul Varjak:
And I always heard people in New York never get to know their neighbors.

Holly Golightly:
What do you do, anyway?

Paul Varjak:
I'm a writer, I guess.

Holly Golightly:
You guess? Don't you know?

Paul Varjak:
OK, positive statement. Ringing affirmative. I'm a writer.

Paul Varjak:
They're not the kind of stories you can really tell.

Holly Golightly:
Too dirty?

Paul Varjak:
Yeah, I suppose they're dirty, too, but only incidentally. Mainly they're angry, sensitive, intensely felt, and that dirtiest of all dirty words - promising. Or so said The Times Book Review, October 1, 1956.

Holly Golightly:
But just look at the goodies she brought with her.

Paul Varjak:
He's all right, I suppose, if you like dark, handsome, rich-looking men with passionate natures and too many teeth.

Holly:
How do I look?

Paul:
Very good. I must say, I'm amazed.

Doc Golightly:
I love you, Lula Mae.

Holly Golightly:
I know you do, and that's just the trouble. It's the mistake you always made, Doc, trying to love a wild thing. You were always lugging home wild things. Once it was a hawk with a broken wing . . . and another time it was a full-grown wildcat with a broken leg. Remember?

Doc:
Lula Mae there's something . . .

Holly:
You musn't give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get, until they're strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky.

Holly:
Do you think she's talented? [Paul turns toward her] Deeply and importantly talented?

Paul:
No. Amusingly and superficially talented, yes, but . . . deeply and importantly, no.

The stripper continues taking off her clothes until she has nothing left on except her bra, which she then removes. Holly raises her sunglasses.

Holly:
Gracious! Do you think she's handsomely paid?

Paul:
Hm? Oh! Indeed.

Holly:
Well let me tell you something, mister. If I had her money, I'd be richer than she is!

Paul:
How do you figure that?

Holly:
Because I keep the candy store.

Paul:
Hm?

Holly:
Oh, Sally Tomato. That's my candy store. I'll always keep Sally. And that's why I'd be richer than she is! [She laughs.]

Paul:
We'd better get a little more air.

Paul:
Actually, it was purchased concurrent with . . . well, actually, it came inside of . . . well, a box of Cracker Jack.

Salesman:
I see. Do they still really have prizes in Cracker Jack boxes?

Paul:
Oh, yes.

Salesman:
That's nice to know. It gives one a feeling of solidarity, almost of continuity, with the past, that sort of thing.

Paul:
I love you.

Holly:
So what.

Paul:
So what? So plenty! I love you, you belong to me!

Holly:
[tearfully] No. People don't belong to people.

Paul:
Of course they do!

Holly:
I'll never let anybody put me in a cage.

Paul:
I don't want to put you in a cage, I want to love you!

Holly:
It's the same thing!

Holly Golightly:
[to Paul "Fred" Varjak] You could always tell what kind of a person a man thinks you are by the earrings he gives you. I must say, the mind reels.

Holly Golightly:
Quel rat!

Holly Golightly:
[to Paul "Fred" Varjak] There are certain shades of limelight that can wreck a girl's complexion.

Holly Golightly:
I'm like Cat, here. We're a couple of no-name slobs.

Holly Golightly:
[to Paul "Fred" Varjak] It's useful being top banana in the shock department!

Holly Golightly:
[to Paul "Fred" Varjak] Ahh . . . Do I detect a look of disapproval in your eye? Tough beans buddy, 'cause that's the way it's gonna be.