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: But I am mad about Jose. I honestly think I'd give up smoking if he asked me.
: 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.
: How do I look? Paul Varjak
: Very good. I must say, I'm amazed.
] Sid Arbuck
: [seeing Holly enter her building
[he chases her inside
] Sid Arbuck
: Hey, baby, what's going on here? Holly Golightly
: Oh, hi!
] Holly Golightly
: Cat! Cat! Oh, Cat... ohh...
: 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!
: 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.
: Oh, golly gee damn!
: 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
: Did I tell you how divinely and utterly happy I am? Paul Varjak
: 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.
: 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!
: There you are, you sneak!
: 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.
: Mag Wildwood. She's a model, believe it or not, and a thumping bore.
: We're alike, me and cat. A couple of poor nameless slobs.
: It should take you exactly four seconds to cross from here to that door. I'll give you two.
: '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
: Sing Sing? Holly Golightly
: [she gargles
] . Yes. I always thought it was a ridiculous name for a prison. Sing Sing, I mean. Sounds more like it should be an opera house or something.
[Holly whistles loudly to hail a cab
] Paul Varjak
: I never could do that. Holly Golightly
: 's easy.
] As Miss Golightly was saying before she was most rudely interrupted...
: Holly, you're drunk. Holly Golightly
: I love you. Holly Golightly
: So what. Paul Varjak
: So what? So plenty! I love you, you belong to me! Holly Golightly
] No. People don't belong to people. Paul Varjak
: Of course they do! Holly Golightly
: I'll never let ANYBODY put me in a cage. Paul Varjak
: I don't want to put you in a cage, I want to love you!
: 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.
: 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.
: 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.
: I'm not hotfooting it after Jose, if that's what you think. Ohhh no. As far as I'm concerned he's the future president of nowhere.
: 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 Golightly
: Lula Mae there's something... Holly Golightly
: You mustn'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.
: Ahh... Do I detect a look of disapproval in your eye?
[spays perfume in Paul's direction
] Holly Golightly
: Tough beans buddy, 'cause that's the way it's gonna be.
: It's useful being top banana in the shock department.
: [Holly, while having a nightmare, begins crying
] Why are you crying? Holly Golightly
: [wakes up
] If we're going to be friends let's get one thing straight right now. I hate snoops!
: [about Holly and Jose
] So you're getting married, then? Holly Golightly
: Well, he hasn't really asked me, not in so many words. Paul Varjak
: Four you mean? Holly Golightly
: Huh? Paul Varjak
: Well that's how many it takes: will you marry me?
: A girl can't read that sort of thing without her lipstick.
: Promise me one thing: don't take me home until I'm drunk - very drunk indeed.
: I'll never get used to anything. Anybody that does, they might as well be dead.
: Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.
: It's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.
: Do you think she's talented, deeply and importantly talented? Paul Varjak
: No. Amusingly and superficially talented, yes. But deeply and importantly, no.
: [Reciting one of Sally Tomato's "weather reports" to Paul
] Small-craft warnings, Block Island to Hatteras.
: Holly, I'm in love with you. Holly Golightly
: So what? Paul Varjak
: So what? So plenty! I love you. You belong to me. Holly Golightly
: No. People don't belong to people. Paul Varjak
: Of course they do. Holly Golightly
: I'm not going to let anyone put me in a cage. Paul Varjak
: I don't want to put you in a cage. I want to love you. Holly Golightly
: It's the same thing. Paul Varjak
: No it's not. Holly... Holly Golightly
: I'm not Holly. I'm not Lula Mae, either. I don't know who I am! I'm like cat here, a couple of no-name slobs. We belong to nobody and nobody belongs to us. We don't even belong to each other.
: [second scene in the library
] You're crazy. Holly Golightly
: What? Do you think you own me? Paul Varjak
: That's exactly what I think. Holly Golightly
: I know. It's what everybody always thinks but everybody happens to be wrong. Paul Varjak
: But I am not everybody, or am I? Is that what you really think? That I'm no different from all your others rats and super-rats? Wait a minute. That's it. If that's what you really think, there's something I want to give you. Holly Golightly
: What's that? Paul Varjak
: Fifty dollars for the powder room.