Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I never could do that. - It's easy.

No matter what I do, there's never seems to be more than

-- Shhhshhshsh --You're defacing public property.

I don't want to own anything,

Go ahead . Don't be so stuck up, autograph it to them.

This brother, was she very close to him?

Don't tell me you were locked out Didn't you get the key?

- What? - Executive phone!

Nothing very bad can happen to you while you are at Tiffany

I went to Mexico once.

I certainly think it's handsome, but, well, you do understand.

Black, alligator.

But. . .only how does your decorator friend feel about it?

I'll tell you, son, she just plumb broke our hearts when she run off like she done.

I must say... the mind reels.

I believe You and Billy are Gay

We don't even belong to each other. Stop the cab.

Here we are... Bag. And a hat, too. There we are.

Please, darling, don't sit there looking at me like that.

Oh, Fred, baby, huh?

I went ahead and fixed it up without you.

Well, my dear, you won't believe this,

almost of continuity with the past, that sort of thing.

I told him: "Look darling, you've got the wrong Holly Golightly."

If he is a Iawyer, which I doubt, since he doesn't seem to have an office,

Oh, darling. Let me look at you.

They couId never prove for a second that he was impart of the Mafia,

I suppose you think I’m very brazen or très fou or something

but... she's a crazy.

# rainbow's end--

Lula Mae belong home with her husband, and her children.

But Tiffany's can be pretty expensive.

She says: "I'm in New York because I've never been in New York before"

Who the hell's JosÈ de Silva Pereira?

Now, son, I didn't claim they was her natural-born children.

So, my darling Fred,

- Harriet! - Hi, J.B.

I've always thrown out such a jazzy line,

which one's Miss Wildwood?

- Let me go. No! - Holly

"I grieve for the disgrace of your present circumstances,"

I said, I guess they sent me... Uh, upstairs key.

I know. I've read three of your stories...

That way you won't have to even shorten the sleeves.

You know, you're so sweet. You really are

Actually, it's very touching, all the women wearing their prettiest things.

... your friends. I've never seen them before.

Fred, will you please just leave me alone?

Better than the radio.

Noise from the window

Doc, stop calling me that. I'm not Lula Mae anymore.

I got your stuff here, including cat.

Suddenly you're afraid, and you don't know what you're afraid of.

Easter stuff for The Bazaar.

Simply a matter of fair labor practice, darling.

Well, we tried but I guess...

Tell me. Are you a real writer?

Anyway all I know, he's a darling old man.

Well, you're right, but meantime you should have something.

Why did you want to see me?

Hey, baby, what's going on here?

That was the outside figure, yes.

Is she or isn't she? (Door Bell)

If this is going to be a serious discussion...

- I want to get it exactly right. - So, not more stories.

I don't think this place is half as nice as Tiffany's.

The phone's over there.

I'll pay you for it.

Poor slob. Poor slob without a name.

They think there's going to be ice cream!

No, I got the key, all right.

You know, all the visitors make an effort to look their best... 'only fair

What is that, anyhow?

- Certainly. - In fairness, I ought to explain

-'Buon giorno'. -Huh?