Breakfast at Tiffany's Page #3

And you will manage to survive

without me tonight?

Sure.

I might even take

a wild, boyish fling at writing.

-Good night.

-Good night.

You got yourself stuffed, huh,

Polly, baby?

Serves you right, big mouth.

-Buongiorno.

-Huh?

Aren't you drinking?

You got pockets there or something?

What do you go by?

What's your name? What's your name?

What do you call yourself?

-Irving.

-Perfect. Perfect.

That's wonderful, Irving.

I'll be right back, Irving, baby.

Yeah? Whoa! Kid's still in the shower.

You expected?

I was invited. That what you mean?

Now don't get yourself

all tense and sore, pal. Come on in.

It's a party. There's a lot of characters

come around here, they're not expected.

I'll buy you a drink. You drink?

-Yeah.

-Then I'll buy you a drink.

Okay.

Hey, honey, your skirt's split there.

-What do you drink, kid?

-Bourbon.

Bourbon?

-On the rocks?

-Yeah. No. With water.

All right, you want rocks first, though,

don't you?

-Yeah.

-Good, you got them.

-Not too much.

-All right. That'll set you free.

-You know the kid long?

-Not very. I live upstairs.

You're kidding.

Boy, look at this place, will you?

What a place. It's unbelievable.

What a dump.

What do you think?

-About what?

-Is she or isn't she?

Wait a minute. Hold it.

-Harriet.

-Hi, J.B.

"J.B."? O.J. What is that?

All right. Hello there.

-You know Gil.

-Yeah. How are you? Good to see you.

-How about a drink?

-Fine. In the kitchen.

-You'll find everything you need.

-Thanks.

So... Oh, honey, that is you, that is you.

Fred, darling,

I'm so glad you could come.

I brought you a house present,

something for the bookcase.

You're sweet.

Doesn't that look nice?

Give me a cigarette, O.J.

Sure, sure.

O.J.'s a great agent. He knows

a terrific lot of phone numbers.

What's Jerry Wald's

phone number, O.J.?

Oh, come on, lay off.

Darling, I want you to call him

and tell him what a genius Fred is.

Yeah, I got it.

Stop blushing, Fred.

You didn't say you were genius, I did.

So quit stalling, O.J.

Just tell me what you're going to do

to make Fred rich and famous.

Now why don't you let Fred baby

and me settle that matter, huh, puppy?

Okay. But just remember, I'm the agent.

He's already got a decorator,

I'm the agent.

Hold it. Hold it.

Hi, there, boys. Come on in, there.

Right in the kitchen,

you'll find everything you need.

So, listen, Fred baby.

-No, it's Paul baby.

-Oh, it is? I thought it was Fred baby.

-No.

-Well, answer the question, all right?

-Is she or isn't she?

-Is she or isn't she what?

A phoney.

I don't know. I don't think so.

You don't think so, huh?

Well, you're wrong, she is.

But on the other hand, you're right,

because she's a real phoney.

You know why? Because she

honestly believes all this phoney junk

that she believes in.

I mean it. Now look, I like the kid.

I mean, I sincerely like the kid. I do.

I mean, I'm sensitive, that's why.

I mean, you gotta be sensitive

to like the kid, you know what I mean?

It's what you call a touch,

a streak of the poet,

you know what I mean?

You known her long?

Are you kidding?

I'm the guy that discovered her.

I'm O.J. Berman.

A couple of years ago,

back on the coast there.

She was just a kid. Of course,

she had a lot of style. A lot of class.

-A lot of what?

-Class. I said she had lot of class.

But of course,

when she opened her mouth,

you didn't know what she was talking,

whether she was a hillbilly or an Okie.

You know how long it took me

to smooth out that accent?

-No.

-I'll tell you how long.

One year. You know how we did it?

We gave her French lessons. Yeah.

Figured once she could

imitate French,

she'd have no trouble imitating English.

And, finally, when I thought she'd be

ready, I arranged for a little screen test.

Well, the night before the screen test...

Well, I could've killed myself.

The night before the screen test,

the phone rings.

I pick it up, I said, "O.J. speaking."

She says, "This is Holly."

I says, "Holly? Holly, you sound

so far away, honey. What's with you?"

She says, "I'm in New York."

I said, "What?

You got a screen test tomorrow."

She says, "I'm in New York because

I've never been to New York before."

I said, "Get yourself on the plane.

Get back here."

She says, "I don't wanna."

I say, "What do you mean,

you don't wanna? What do you want?"

She says, "I don't wanna."

I say, "What do you want?"

She says, "When I find out what I want,

I'm gonna let you know." Bang.

-So, look, Fred baby, you know...

-It's Paul baby.

Paul baby. Sure. I mean,

don't tell me that she isn't a phoney.

You know what I mean?

Irving. Honey, Irving,

where have you been?

Great, thanks.

Mike, darling,

I tried reaching you all day long.

Your answering service doesn't answer.

You know the trouble people have

with answering services.

Well, I guess so.

Careful your mother never...

She's been running around.

You look so wonderful.

I know. And after all that she said

about him, and he knows that.

Holly.

-Time, darling.

-What?

The time?

-Do you have a watch?

-No, I don't.

-Let me see it. It's 6:45.

-Thank you so much, dear.

Can I borrow it?

Really, was that necessary?

This is some party.

Who are all these people, anyhow?

Who knows? The word gets out.

You don't mind, do you, darling?

Reinforcements.

-Where do I put it?

-Right in there.

Holly.

Holly, darling.

-What's that?

-Mag Wildwood.

She's a model, believe it or not,

and a thumping bore.

But just look at the goodies

she brought with her.

He's all right, I suppose, if you like

dark, handsome, rich-looking men

with passionate natures

and too many teeth.

I don't mean that one.

I mean the other one.

-The other one?

-He's Rusty Trawler.

Rusty Trawler.

He happens to be the ninth-richest man

in America under 50.

Now that indeed is a remarkable piece

of information to have at your fingertips.

I keep track of these things.

-Excuse me. You owe me $47...

-Hold this a minute, will you, darling?

Mag, darling, what are you doing here?

Honey, I was upstairs

working with Yunioshi.

Easter stuff for the Bazaar.

Then these two nice boys came

to pick me up.

It was a mistake, of course.

My wires got crossed somewhere.

They were both very sweet about it.

May I present Jos da Silva Pereira?

He's from Brazil.

Miss Golightly.

Very kind of you, Miss Golightly,

to allow me to attend your party.

I'm so interested

in North American culture.

I've been already, of course,

to the Statue of Liberty

and to the restaurant Automatique.

But this is the first time

I'm in a typical North American home.

Wouldn't he just melt in your mouth?

And this is Mr Rusty Trawler.

Miss Golightly.

You're not vexed at me

for bringing them?

-Of course not, darling.

-I'm glad.

Now, who's going to bring me

a bourbon?

-O.J.

-Yeah?

-Would you get Miss Wildwood a drink?

-Yeah. Which one's Miss Wildwood?

Mr Berman, we haven't been

formally introduced,

but I'm Mag Wildwood

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