Breakfast at Tiffany's Page #5

There's snow and wind.

What is it? What's the matter?

Why are you crying?

If we're going to be friends, let's just

get one thing straight right now.

I hate snoops.

-Yeah.

-Lucille, darling? 2-E.

I've been trying desperately

to reach you.

Bill just got back.

A day early, the beast.

So I'm afraid I'll have to beg off.

You'll explain to the rest of the girls?

You're a darling.

Maybe we can have

a long lunch tomorrow.

I'll phone you in the morning.

Whatever you say.

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.

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