Holly Golightly: I'll tell you one thing, Fred, darling... I'd marry you for your money in a minute. Would you marry me for my money?
Paul Varjak: In a minute.
Holly Golightly: I guess it's pretty lucky neither of us is rich, huh?
Paul Varjak: Yeah.

「God sure was dressing the wrong doll when he blessed you with a set of balls. Look, it's one thing for me not to like you but why can't you be a better friend to yourself?」

Paul Varjak: 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 in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

「I met somebody, who's been very kind to me. And, I'd like to repay that debt. But, I need help. Please?」

Holly Golightly: Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.

「God, When I meet you I'm gonna be pretty if it's the last thing I do. I'll be a beautiful angel.」