Holly Golightly: 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'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 alright! 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: Don't you just love it?
Paul Varjak: Love what?
Holly Golightly: Tiffany's!
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.
[Holly whistles loudly to hail a cab]
Paul Varjak: I never could do that.
Holly Golightly: 's easy.
Holly Golightly: As Miss Golightly was saying before she was so rudely interrupted...
Paul Varjak: [giving his name at the police station] Paul Varjak. Varjak, V A R J A K. I'm a writer, W R I T E R.
[Paul Varjak is writing on his typing machine when suddenly he hears Holly Golightly playing the guitar and singing, he looks out the window and listens to her song...]
Holly Golightly: [singing] - Moon River, wider than a mile; I'm crossing you in style some day. Oh dream-maker, you heartbreaker, Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way. Two drifters off to see the world; There's such a lot of world to see. We're after the same rainbow's end ... Waitin' 'round the bend ... My huckleberry friend, Moon River, ... and me...
O.J. Berman: Hey, Fred-baby!
Paul Varjak: No, no. It's Paul-baby.
Holly Golightly: If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany's then-- then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name! I'm sorry you wanted something... Oh! the telephone.
Paul Varjak: It's just that I was suppossed to meet somebody. This is 10 o'clock, Thursday morning, isn't it? I just got off a plane from Rome and I'm not too sure.
Holly Golightly: Thursday! This Thursday?!
Paul Varjak: I think so.
Holly Golightly: Oh, no! It can't be Thursday! It's too gruesome!
Paul Varjak: What's so gruesome about Thursday?
Holly Golightly: Nothing, except that I can never remember when it is coming up. Wednesdays I usually don't go to bed at all because I have to be up to catch the 10:25, and they're so particular about visiting hours. [brushes teeth] Would you be a darling and look under the bed and see if you can find a pair of alligator shoes. 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.
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.
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