Paul Varjak: (Holly, while having a nightmare, begins crying) Why are you crying? Holly Golightly: (wakes up) If we're going to be friends let's get one thing straight right now. I hate snoops!
Holly Golightly: It's useful being top banana in the shock department.
Holly Golightly: Ahh... Do I detect a look of disapproval in your eye? (spays perfume in Paul's direction) Holly Golightly: Tough beans buddy, 'cause that's the way it's gonna be.
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.
Doc Golightly: I love you Lula Mae. Holly Golightly: I know you do, and that's just the trouble. It's the mistake you always made, Doc, trying to love a wild thing. You were always lugging home wild things. Once it was a hawk with a broken wing... and another time it was a full-grown wildcat with a broken leg. Remember? Doc Golightly: Lula Mae there's something... Holly Golightly: You musn't give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get, until they're strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky.
Holly Golightly: But just look at the goodies she brought with her. Paul Varjak: He's all right, I suppose, if you like dark, handsome, rich-looking men with passionate natures and too many teeth.
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 words - promising. Or so said The Times Book Review, October 1, 1956.
Holly Golightly: What do you do, anyway? Paul Varjak: I'm a writer, I guess. Holly Golightly: You guess? Don't you know? Paul Varjak: OK, positive statement. Ringing affirmative. I'm a writer.
Paul Varjak: And I always heard people in New York never get to know their neighbors.
Paul Varjak: I love you. Holly Golightly: So what. Paul Varjak: So what? So plenty! I love you, you belong to me! Holly Golightly: (tearfully) No. People don't belong to people. Paul Varjak: Of course they do! Holly Golightly: I'll never let ANYBODY put me in a cage. Paul Varjak: I don't want to put you in a cage, I want to love you!
O.J. Berman: Hey, Fred-baby! Paul Varjak: No, no. It's Paul-baby.
Paul Varjak: (giving his name at the police station) Paul Varjak. Varjak, V A R J A K. I'm a writer, W R I T E R.
Paul Varjak: Holly, you're drunk. Holly Golightly: True.
Holly Golightly: (drunk) As Miss Golightly was saying before she was most rudely interrupted...
(Holly whistles loudly to hail a cab) Paul Varjak: I never could do that. Holly Golightly: 's easy.