Holly Golightly: But I am mad about Jose. I honestly think I'd give up smoking if he asked me.
Holly Golightly: All right, so he's not a regular rat, or even a super rat. Just a scared little mouse, that's all. But oh, golly! Gee damn!
[covers her face with her hands]
Mr. Yunioshi: [oft repeated line] Miss Gorightry!
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.
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.
Sally Tomato: [Giving his latest "weather report" to Holly & Paul] Snow flurries expected this weekend in New Orleans.
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: There you are, you sneak!
Paul Varjak: So what? So plenty!
Paul Varjak: What are you doing?
2-E: I'm writing a check. You must have seen me write checks before.
Holly Golightly: Mag Wildwood. She's a model, believe it or not, and a thumping bore.
Holly Golightly: Shoes!
[entering Paul's bedroom from the fire escape]
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 Golightly: [Reciting one of Sally Tomato's "weather reports" to Paul] Small-craft warnings, Block Island to Hatteras.
[first lines]
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!
Mr. Yunioshi: [on phone, shouts:] Miss Gorightly! This time I'm a warning you! I am definitely this time going to be carring the porice!
