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FROM BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S
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Holly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul (Fred): The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and 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?
Paul (Fred): Sure.
Holly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good
is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. |
Paul (Fred): Can I come in?
Holly (Lulamae): I guess so. Listen, there: do I have a nightgown on?
... No, I don't. Would you mind turning around for a second? Oh never mind, it's such a corny line anyway. I'll turn around
myself. Come in!
Paul (Fred): 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.
FROM ROMAN HOLIDAY
Ann: Can I have a silk nightgown with rosebuds on it?
Joe: I'm afraid you'll have to rough it tonight in these.
Ann: Pajamas!
Joe: Sorry honey, but I haven't worn a nightgown in years.
Ann: Is this the elevator?
Joe: No. This is what's laughingly known as my room.
FROM FUNNY FACE
Jo: Now wait a minute; just a minute! Don't! Stop! This is my second and last
encounter with you lunatics. You just keep your hands off me, all of you. I come here to make a simple delivery and I find
myself being pillaged and plundered. Well I'll have no more of it! I don't want my hair cut, I don't want my eyebrows up or
down, I want them right they are! And I see no functional advantage in a marvellous mouth. I'm leaving now, and if anyone
so much as makes a move to stop me there'll be plenty of hair cut and it won't be mine!
Jo: What about these pictures?
Dick: Were using the shop as a background
for some fashion pictures for Quality magazine.
Jo: Im sorry, but I cant let you do this.
Dr. Post would never approve. She doesnt approve of fashion magazines. Its chichi and an unrealistic approach to self-impressions
as well as economics.
Maggie: Were going to have trouble. Shes
a thinker.
Dick: Shes also a talker.
Jo: I must ask you to leave. You have
no right
Maggie: We throw ourselves at your mercy.
Havent poor, helpless people like us have a right to make a living?
Jo: I have asked you to leave. That is
my right. If the individuals rights are not respected by the group, the group itself cannot exist for long.
Maggie: What does that mean?
Dick: Something like do unto others as
youd have others do unto you.
Maggie: Were only going to do unto you
for a moment.
Jo: You should be ashamed
of yourself.
Dick: We dont usually barge
in that way.
Jo: I mean, a man of your
ability wasting his time photographing silly dresses on silly women.
Dick: I dont know. Most
people think theyre beautiful dresses on beautiful women.
Jo: At most, a synthetic
beauty
Dick: Hmm
Jo: Trees are beautiful.
Why dont you photograph trees? Dick: I do
what I do for a living. It has to do with supply and demand. Youd be amazed how small the demand is for pictures of trees.
Dick: Now listen closely: today you're not happy.
Jo: I'm hurt and...
Dick: Right, now you're a creature of tragedy, heartbroken, suffering, you're Anna Karenina.
Jo: Shall I throw myself under the train?
Dick: We'll see. But for now, just wonderful, noble self-sacrifice. Now, your lover has just kissed you goodbye
[He kisses her] You may never know that kiss again, you may never know love again! [She starts to have tears in her eyes]
Marcel, make her look sad, put some tears in her eyes.
Marcel: There are already tears in her eyes!
Dick: Good, you're not only a model, you're an actress. Now Jo, give me the works: heartbreak, longing,
tragedy. Wet your lips [she wets them]. Good, alright now. La steam!
Marcel: La steam!
Dick: That's great; just like the movie! Poor Anna Karenina. No, no, no, not too much steam. Cut down the
steam! That's wonderful! That's it.
FROM LOVE IN THE AFTERNOON
Flanagan: Why did you warn me?
Ariane: Why? It's simple, really, I'm against
to violence. In my opinion, there's too much shoot in the world, and not enough love.
Flanagan: How's that, again?
Ariane: I mean, if people loved each other more,
they'd shoot each other less.
Flanagan: Are you a religious fanatic or something?
Flanagan: What does he export and what does he
import?
Ariane: Oh, he exports perfume and imports bananas.
There's a fortune in it. Do you realize that for one bottle of perfume you get twelve bananas?
Flanagan: Twelve bananas for one bottle of ...
Doesn't sound as a hot deal to me.
Ariane: It's a tiny bottle of perfume and very
large bananas.
From Audrey herself
"I was asked to act when I couldn't act. I was asked to sing 'Funny Face' when I couldn't sing and
dance with Fred Astaire when I couldn't dance - and do all kinds of things I wasn't prepared for. Then I tried like mad to
cope with it."
"I probably hold the distinction of being one movie star who, by all laws of logic, should never have
made it. At each stage of my career, I lacked the experience."
"Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, it's at the end of your arm. As you get older, remember
you have another hand: the first is to help yourself, the second is to help others."
The poem that Audrey read to her sons on their last Christmas together (1992):
For attractive lips,
Speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes,
Seek
out the good in people.
For a lovely figure,
Share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair,
Let a child
run his or her fingers through it once a day.
For poise,
Walk with the knowledge that you'll never walk alone.
People,
even more than things, have to be restored, renewed,
revived, reclaimed and redeemed.
Never throw out anybody.
Remember,
if you ever need a helping hand,
you'll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older, you will discover that you
have two hands,
one for helping yourself, and one for helping others.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she
wears,
The figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because
that is the doorway to her heart.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman is reflected
in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that
she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing
years
only grows!
-Sam Levenson
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