Breakfast at Tiffany's

Hey.

Hey, baby. What's going on here?

Oh, hi.

Miss Golightly.

Some day... 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 five people?

Your friends.

I've 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 going to call the police!

All the time disturbance! I get no sleep!

I 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,

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.

Kind of muffles the sound.

I'm sorry.

-Is he all right?

-Sure.

Sure. He's okay, aren't you, cat?

Poor old cat.

Poor slob. 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.

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.

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 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 seven months.

Now I think I'd go

even if he didn't pay me.

-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,

only an answering service.

And he always wants to meet you

at Hamburger Heaven.

There you are, you sneak. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Dress. Dress.

Here we are. Bag and a hat, too.

There we are.

Anyway, about seven 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 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.

-Bag.

-Call me anytime.

I'm just upstairs, or I will be

as soon as I get moved in.

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