Breakfast at Tiffany's

Hey.

Hey, baby. What's going on here?

Oh, hi.

Miss Golightly

some day

Miss Golightly

what happened to you, anyway?

You take off for the powder room and that's the last I see you!

- Now, really, Harry - Harry was the other guy.

I'm "Sid", "Sid Arbuck". You like me. Remember?

Miss Golightly, I protest!

Oh, darling, I am sorry but I lost my key.

But that was two weeks ago!

You cannot go on and keep ringing my bell.

You disturb me. You must have a key made.

But it won't do any good. I just lose them all.

Come on, baby. You like me. You know, you do.

I worship you, Mr Arbuck

- but good night, Mr Arbuck. - Baby, wait a minute. What is this?

You like me. I'm a liked guy.

You like me, baby. You know you do.

Didn't I pick up the check for 5 people?

Your friends! I'd never seen them before.

And when you asked for a little change for the powder room

what do I give you? A $50 bill!

Now doesn't that give me some rights?

In 30 seconds I'm going to call the police.

All the time, disturbance! I get no sleep.

I've got to get my rest. I'm an artist.

I am going to call the vice squad on you.

Don't be angry, you dear little man. I won't do it again.

If you promise not to be angry

I might let you take those pictures we mentioned.

When?

sometime...

anytime.

Good night.

I'm sorry to bother you, but I couldn't get the downstairs door open.

I guess, they sent me the upstairs key.

I couldn't get the downstairs door open.

I said, "I guess, they sent me the upstairs key."

I couldn't get the downstairs door open. I'm sorry to wake you.

That's quite all right.

It could happen to anyone and quite frequently does. Good night.

I hate to

I hate to bother you but if I could ask one more favour...

Could I use the phone?

Sure.

Why not?

Thank you.

Well, this is

a nice little place you've got here.

- You just moved in too, huh? - No. I've been here about a year.

The phone's over there.

Well, it was.

Oh, I remember...

I stuck it in the suitcase: it kind of muffles the sound.

I'm sorry.

- Is he all right? - Sure.

Sure. He's OK. Aren't you, Cat?

Poor old Cat!

The poor slob! A poor slob without a name!

The way I look at it, I don't have the right to give him one.

We don't belong to each other. We just took up by the river one day.

I don't even 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's like.

It's like Tiffany's.

Tiffany's? You mean the jewellery store?

That's right.

I'm crazy about Tiffany's.

Listen.

Do you know those days when you get the mean reds?

The mean reds? You mean like, the blues?

No.

The blues are because you're getting fat or 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? - Sure.

Well, when I get it, the only thing that does any good

is to jump into a cab and go to Tiffany's.

It 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 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.

The telephone.

It's just that I was supposed to meet somebody.

I mean, this is 10:00 Thursday morning, isn't it?

I just got off a plane from Rome and I'm not too sure.

Thursday... is this Thursday?

- I think so. - Thursday... Oh, no. It can't be!

It's too gruesome.

Well, what's so gruesome about Thursday?

Nothing, except I can never remember when it's coming up.

Wednesdays, I generally just don't go to bed at all

because I have to be up to catch the 10:45

and they're so particular about visiting hours!

Would you be a darling and look under the bed

and see if you can find a pair of alligator shoes.

Sure.

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.

Sing Sing?

Yes, I always thought, it was a ridiculous name for a prison.

"Sing Sing", I mean: it sounds more like it should be an opera house or something.

Black alligator...

You know, all the visitors make an effort to look their best. It's only fair.

Actually, it's very touching: all the women wearing their prettiest things!

I just love them for it. And I love the kids too.

I mean, the kids the wives bring.

It should be sad, seeing kids there, but it isn't.

They all have ribbons in their hair and lots of shine on their shoes.

You'd think there was going to be ice cream.

Now, as I understand it, what we're doing is getting you ready

- to visit somebody at Sing Sing. - That's right.

You can always tell what kind of person a man really thinks you are

by the earrings he gives you.

I must say, the mind reels!

May I ask whom?

Whom what? Oh, whom I go to visit, you mean?

I guess that's what I mean.

I don't know that I should even discuss it.

Well, they never told me not to tell anyone.

You must cross your heart and kiss your elbow.

I'll try.

You probably read about him. His name's "Sally Tomato".

Sally Tomato?

Well, don't look so shocked.

They could never prove for a second

that he was even part of the mafia, much less head of it, my dear.

The only thing they did prove was that he cheated on his income tax a little.

Anyway, all I know is that he's a darling old man.

Oh he was never my lover or anything like that!

In fact, I never knew him until after he was in prison

but I adore him now.

I mean, I've been going to see him every Thursday for 7 months.

Now I think I'd go even if he didn't pay me.

- The shoes... - I could only find one.

He pays you?

That's right or anyway, his lawyer does

(if he is a lawyer, which I doubt, since he doesn't seem to have an office)

and he always wants to meet you at Hamburger Heaven.

There you are, you sneak. Thank you.

You're welcome.

The dress...

Here we are... the bag and a hat too.

There we are...

Anyway, about 7 months ago, this so-called lawyer, Mr O'Shaughnessy

asked me how I'd like to cheer up a lonely old man

and pick up $100 a week at the same time.

I told him, "Look, darling, you've got the wrong Holly Golightly."

A girl can do as well as that on trips to the powder room!

I mean, any gentleman with the slightest chic

will give a girl a $50 bill for the powder room

and I always ask for cab fare too. That's another $50.

But then he said, his client was Sally Tomato.

He said, dear old Sally had seen me at Elmo's or somewhere

and had admired me à la distance

so wouldn't it be a good deed if I were to visit him once a week!

Well, how could I say no? It was all so wildly romantic!

How do I look?

Very good. I must say, I'm amazed.

You were a darling, to help. I could never have done it without you.

- The bag... - Call me anytime.

I'm just upstairs, or I will be as soon as I get moved in.

'Bye, Cat.

You mean, he gives you $100 for an hour's conversation?

Well, Mr O'Shaughnessy does as soon as I meet him

and give him the weather report.

Look. It's none of my business but it sounds to me

like you could get in a lot of trouble

Hold this for me, will you?

And what do you mean, "weather report"?

Oh, that's just a message I give Mr O'Shaughnessy

so that he'll know, I've really been up there.

Sally tells me things to say like

"There's a hurricane in Cuba."

and, "it's cloudy over Palermo." Things like that.

You don't have to worry. I've taken care of myself for a long time.

Taxi!

- I never could do that. - It's easy.

Paul

I'm late. I know it.

Don't tell me, you were locked out! Didn't you get the key?

Oh, darling, I'm so sorry.

No. I got the key, all right.

Miss Golightly, my neighbour, was kind enough to let me in.

Miss Golightly's on her way to Sing Sing.

- Oh? - Just visiting, of course.

"Miss Golightly"... "Mrs Falenson", my decorator.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

Darling! Let me look at you.

- Are you through? - Was the flight absolutely ghastly?

I'm in a terrible rush.

Grand Central Station, and step on it, darling.

Is it really only 3 weeks since I left you in Rome?