Holly: Listen. You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul: The mean reds? You mean like the blues?
Holly: No. The blues are when you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long -- you're just sad, that's all. But the mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Did you ever get that feeling?
Paul: Sure.
Holly: 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 must say, she works late hours for a decorator.-Holly

You can always tell what kind of a person a man really thinks you are by the kind of earrings he gives you. -Holly

It should take you exactly four seconds to cross from here to that door. I'll give you two. -Holly

I don't think I've ever drunk champagne before breakfast before. WITH breakfast on several occasions. But never BEFORE before. -Paul

When you get yourself a new writer to help, try and find one my size. That way you won't even have to shorten the sleeves.-Paul

You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are? You're chicken. You've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say "Okay, life's a fact." People DO fall in love. People DO belong to each other. Because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness. You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage! Well baby, you're already in that cage -- you built it yourself. And it's not bounded on the west by Tulip Texas or on the east by Somali Land; it's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run you just end up running into yourself. -Paul

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