Holly Golightly: There you are, you sneak!
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: So what? So plenty!
[last lines] Holly Golightly: Cat! Cat! Oh, Cat... ohh...
Paul Varjak: And I always heard people in New York never get to know their neighbors.
Paul Varjak: Holly, you're drunk. Holly Golightly: True.
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: Mag Wildwood. She's a model, believe it or not, and a thumping bore.
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: 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 word...
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.
[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!
Holly Golightly: We're alike, me and cat. A couple of poor nameless slobs.
Holly Golightly: [Reciting one of Sally Tomato's "weather reports" to Paul] Small-craft warnings, Block Island to Hatteras.
Paul Varjak: What are you doing? 2-E: I'm writing a check. You must have seen me write checks before.
