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: How do I look?
Paul Varjak: Very good. I must say, I`m amazed.
Sid Arbuck: (seeing Holly enter her building) Hey!
(he chases her inside)
Sid Arbuck: Hey, baby, what`s going on here?
Holly Golightly: Oh, hi!
Holly Golightly: Cat! Cat! Oh, Cat... ohh...
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!
Holly Golightly: There you are, you sneak!
Mr. Yunioshi: Miss Gorightry!
Holly Golightly: 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: Timber!
Holly Golightly: Mag Wildwood. She`s a model, believe it or not, and a thumping bore.
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.
(takes out the ring and throws it in Holly`s lap)
Paul Varjak: Here. I`ve been carrying this thing around for months. I don`t want it anymore.
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: 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.
Holly Golightly: (drunk) As Miss Golightly was saying before she was most rudely interrupted...
Paul Varjak: Holly, you`re drunk.
Holly Golightly: True.
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.
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! I love you, you belong to me!
Holly Golightly: (tearfully) 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!
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.
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 Golightly: Lula Mae there`s something...
Holly Golightly: 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 Golightly: 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.
Holly Golightly: 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.
Holly Golightly: It`s useful being top banana in the shock department.
Paul Varjak: (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!