Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Poor no-name slob.

Well, it's rather unusual, madam,

She had good cause to run off from that house.

- You drink? - Yeah.

As far as I'm concerned, he's the future president of nowhere.

I'll give you two.

You don't have to worry. I've taken care of myself a long time.

I need support. I don't think I can play this scene alone.

and had admired me '· la distance'.

I believe Youare up

- Time, darling. - What?

- Aw, shut up! - Get in there!

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

but I'm Mag Wildwood from Wildwood, Arkansas.

Gee, honey, don't they feed you up here? You're so skinny.

that made me feel like Tiffany's, then...

Got any whiskey upstairs?

- Lot of what? - Class. Yes, she had a lot of class.

Will you marry me? Bottle cork pops!

Is that what you really think?

Oh, that's marvelous! It really is.

Telephone ringing

"and may God be with you."

You know the terrible thing, Fred, darling?

Passed away July 4th, Independence Day, 1955.

Please, Doc. Please understand.

Is it really only three weeks since I left you in Rome?

Two in The New Yorker and one in that funny little magazine.

then these two nice boys came to pick me up.

"Small-craft warnings,"

The thing is, I have the most terrifying man downstairs.

Hey, honey, your skirt's split here.

We can only afford to spend... a limited amount.

That's why I got on a Greyhound bus to come to get her.

Miss Golightly,

I don't think I've ever drunk champagne before breakfast before.

I'll be the new Mrs. Rusty Trawler.

See? I noticed him yesterday afternoon.

I'm going to march you over the zoo and feed you to the yak...

- Oh, what are you doing? - Excuse me.

and, if necessary, the Board of Health!

I don't have the right to give him one.

It could happen to anyone... Quite frequently does... Good night.

to the new Mrs. Rusty Trawler... Me.

and New Yorks State Housing Commission,

Sally, darling, please stop. You're making me blush!

No. People don't belong to people.

So... This time next month,

That's...hill country.

You sound like you're in a tunnel.

# There's such a lot of world

-Come on, then . -Mr O'Shaughnessy?

I tried, It didn't do much good.

JosÈ's in Washington for the night, so I thought I'd ask you over you might come!

"so I hope you will find it in your heart not to condemn me."

No. Just the guy upstairs.. complaining about the noise.

- How do you figure that?

What is this place anyway?

Of course they do.

- What do you drink? - Bourbon.

"Snow flurries expected this weekend in New Orleans."

Each one of these little drawers is stuffed with little cards and

No, I'm going to buy you a present.

if you like dark, handsome, rich-looking men with passionate natures and too many teeth.

I think it would be very smart.

-Yeah. -Lucille, darling? 2-E.

Oh. The earplugs.

for the purpose of matrimony, of Mr. Rutherford...

I guess it must have been the peanut butter that did it.

He's a deeply sensitive person, a darling old man.

# We're after, the same

and suddenly thought of looking in the phone book. Anyway, I'm glad you came.

I don't think you're no fouer than anybody else.

and running through a briar patch.

who's in many ways a super-rat.

I Believe You are Gay

a sterling silver telephone dialer.

Well , all right, if that's the way you feel

I wouldn't ask you in, except the place is

It's a mistake you always made, Doc... trying to love a wild thing.

- Answer the question. Is she or isn't she? - Is she or isn't she what?

mousing after a piece of cheap Hollywood trash.

No. No, don't. Please.

Leaving from platform 5, through coach to Dallas...

It's the prize in the Cracker Jack. You want it?

Do you think they really have the book itself, live?

As I understand it,

OK, you do that.

And I think we should have a little drink to that.