All language subtitles for Breakfast.At.Tiffanys.1961.DualAudio.DVDRip.XviD.iNT-NewMov-CD1.ENG

Hey, baby, what's going on here?

Oh, hi.

Miss Gorightly!

Some day... Some day...!

Miss Gorightly!

You go to the powder room
and that's the last l see.

- Now, Harry...
- Harry was the other guy.

l'm Sid Arbuck.
You like me, remember?

Miss Gorightly! l protest!

Darling, l am sorry,
but l lost my key.

That was two weeks ago.

You cannot keep ringing my bell.

You disturb me!
You must have a key made!

But l just lose them all.

- Come on. You like me.
- l worship you, Mr Arbuck.

- Good night.
- Wait! What is this?

You like me. l'm a liked guy.

You like me. l picked up
the cheque for five people...

Your friends.

When you wanted change for
the powder room l gave you $50.

That gives me rights.

ln 30 seconds l call the police!

All the time, disturbance!

l get no sleep!

l got to get my rest! l'm an artist!

l going to call vice squad on you!

Don't be angry. l won't do it again.

l might let you take those pictures.

When?

Some time.

Any time.

Good night.

l'm sorry to bother you.
l couldn't get the door open.

l guess they sent me
the upstairs key.

l couldn't get the
downstairs door open.

l said, l guess they sent me
the...upstairs key.

l couldn't get the downstairs
door open. Sorry to wake you.

That's all right.

lt could happen to anyone...
frequently does. Good night.

l hate to...

l hate to bother you,
but could l use the phone?

Sure.

Why not?

Thank you.

Well, this is a...

nice little place you've got here.

You just moved in, too, huh?

l've been here about a year.

Phone's over there.

Well, it was.

Oh, l remember.

l stuck it in the suitcase
to muffle the sound.

l'm...sorry.

ls he all right?

Sure. He's OK, aren't you, cat?

Poor old cat.

Poor slob. Poor slob without a name.

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

We don't own each other.
We just met one day.

l won't own anything

until l find a place where
me and things go together.

l'm not sure where that is,
but l know what it's like.

lt's like Tiffany's.

Tiffany's?
You mean the jewellery store?

That's right.

l'm crazy about Tiffany's.

Listen.

You know those days
when you get the mean reds?

The mean reds? You mean the blues?

The blues are when you're fat
or it's raining, that's all.

The mean reds are horrible.

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

- Do you ever get that feeling?
- Sure.

When l get it, all that does any good

is to jump in a cab to Tiffany's.

Calms me down right away.

The quietness and proudness of it.

Nothing bad could happen there.

lf l could find a real place

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

l'd buy some furniture
and give the cat a name.

l'm sorry. You wanted something.

The telephone.

l was supposed to meet somebody.

This is 1 0:00 Thursday morning?

l just got off a plane.
l'm not sure.

Thursday. ls this Thursday?

- l think so.
- lt can't be!

lt's too gruesome!

Well, what's so gruesome
about Thursday?

l never remember when it's coming up.

Wednesdays,
l generally don't go to bed

because l have to catch the 1 0:45.

They're so particular
about visiting hours.

Be a darling and look under the bed

for a pair of alligator shoes.

l've got to do something
about how l look.

l can't go to Sing Sing
with a green face.

Sing Sing?

lt's a ridiculous name for a prison.

Sounds more like an opera house.

Black, alligator.

All the visitors make an effort
to look their best.

lt's touching, the women wearing
their prettiest things.

l love them for it.
And l love the kids, too.

lt should be sad seeing kids
there, but it isn't.

They have ribbons in their hair
and shine on their shoes.

As l understand it,

you're going to visit somebody
at Sing Sing.

You can tell what kind of person
a man thinks you are

by the earrings he gives you.

l must say, the mind reels.

- May l ask whom?
- Whom l'm going to visit?

l guess that's what l mean.

l don't know if l should say.

They never told me not to.

Cross your heart and kiss your elbow.

l'll try.

You probably read about him -
Sally Tomato.

Sally Tomato?

Don't look so shocked.

They couldn't prove
he was in the Mafia,

much less head of it.

They only proved
he cheated his income tax.

He's a darling old man.

He wasn't my lover or anything.

l never knew him until
after he was in prison.

l've seen him every Thursday
for seven months.

l'd go even if he didn't pay me.

- Shoes.
- l only found one.

- He pays you?
- That's right. His lawyer does.

lf he is a lawyer, which l doubt.

He only has an answering service

and always wants to meet
at Hamburger Heaven.

There you are, you sneak. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Dress... Dress...

Here we are... Bag.

And a hat, too.

There we are.

Anyway, seven months ago,
this so-called lawyer

asked if l'd like
to cheer up an old man

and pick up 1 00 a week.

l told him, ''You've got
the wrong Holly Golightly.''

l do as well on trips
to the powder room.

Any chic gentleman will give
a girl $50 for the powder room.

And cab fare, that's another 50.

Then he said his client
was Sally Tomato.

Sally had seen me somewhere

and had admired me � la distance.

lt would be a good deed to visit him.

How could l say no?
lt was so wildly romantic.

How do l look?

Very good. l must say l'm amazed.

l could never have
done it without you.

Bag...

Call me any time.

l'm just upstairs,
as soon as l get moved in.

Bye, cat.

You mean he gives you $1 00
for an hour's conversation?

Mr O'Shaughnessy does when
l give him the weather report.

lt's none of my business,
but you could get in trouble.

Hold this for me.

And what do you mean,
weather report?

Just a message
l give Mr O'Shaughnessy,

so he knows l've been there.

Sally tells me things to say like...

''There's a hurricane in Cuba'',

''cloudy over Palermo'',
things like that.

Don't worry. l've taken care
of myself for a long time.

Taxi!

- l never could do that.
- lt's easy.

Paul.

l'm late. l know it.

Were you locked out?
Didn't you get the key?

Oh, darling. l'm so sorry.

No, l got the key.

Miss Golightly, my neighbour,
kindly let me in.

Miss Golightly's
on her way to Sing Sing.

Just visiting, of course.

Miss Golightly,

Mrs Falenson, my...decorator.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Darling. Let me look at you.

- Are you through?
- Was the flight ghastly?

Grand Central station,
and step on it, darling.

ls it only three weeks
since l left you in Rome?

Seems like years.

- You seen the apartment?
- Not yet.

lt was wicked of me,
but l couldn't resist.

l fixed it up without you.

l think it's darling,

but if you absolutely hate it,
we can start from scratch.

Hey, baby! Where you going?

Come on, baby. Open the door.

Ah, be a pal!

You're breaking up a beautiful party.

Come on, baby. Open the door.

Hey, the band's swinging.

Aw, come on, baby.

Once again, l must protest!

lf you don't stop
that phonograph now,

l'm going to call
the police department!

Yeah. That's more better.

What's the matter, baby?

Come on. You're a great kid.
Open the door.

Come on, baby. l'm waiting for you.

- lt's only me.
- Wait a minute. Miss...

Golightly. Holly Golightly.

l live downstairs.
We met this morning, remember?

Yeah.

lt's OK. She's gone.

She works late hours for a decorator.

There's the most
terrifying man downstairs.

He's sweet when he isn't drunk,
but some vino,

and, golly, quel beast.

lt got so tiresome,
l went out the window.

You can throw me out if you want,

but you looked so cosy
and your friend had gone,

and it was getting cold out there.

And l'd heard people in New York

never get to know their neighbours.

Well, how was Sing Sing?

Fine. l made the train
and everything.

And what's the weather report?

Small-craft warnings,

Block lsland to Hatteras...
whatever that means.

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

And you look a little
like my brother Fred.

Do you mind if l call you Fred?

Not at all.

300. She's very generous.

ls it by the week, hour or what?

The party's over. Out.

Oh, Fred. Darling Fred, l'm sorry.

l didn't mean to hurt
your feelings. Don't be angry.

l was just saying l understand.

l understand completely.

Stick around. Make yourself a drink.

- Throw me my robe.
- Stay where you are.

You must be absolutely exhausted.

l mean, it's late,

and you were sound asleep
and everything.

l suppose you think
l'm tr�s fou or something.

No fouer than anybody else.

Yes, you do. Everybody does.
l don't mind.

lt's useful being top banana
in the shock department.

What do you do, anyway?

- l'm a writer, l guess.
- You guess? Don't you know?

OK. Positive statement.
Ringing affirmative.

l'm a writer.

The only writer l've ever been
out with is Benny Shacklett.

He's written a lot of TV stuff,
but quel rat.

Tell me, are you a real writer?

l mean, does anybody buy
what you write or anything?

They bought what's in that box.

Yours?

All these books?

There's just the one book,

1 2 copies of it.

''Nine Lives'' by Paul Varjak.

They're stories.

Nine of them.

Tell me one.

They're not the kind you can tell.

Too dirty?

Yeah, l suppose they're dirty, too,

but only incidentally.

Mainly they're angry,
sensitive, intensely felt,

and that dirtiest
of all words - promising.

So said The Times Book Review,
October 1 , 1 956.

- 1 956?
- That's right.

This a ratty question, but what
have you written lately?

Lately, l've been working on a novel.

- Lately, since 1 956?
- lt takes time.

- l want to get it right.
- So no more stories.

l'm supposed to not fritter
my talent on little things.

l'm saving it for the big one.

Do you write every day?

Sure.

- Today?
- Sure.

lt's a beautiful typewriter.

Of course.

lt writes nothing but sensitive,
intensely felt, promising prose.

There's no ribbon in it.

There isn't?

No.

Something you said this morning
has bothered me all day.

What's that?

Do they really give you $50
for the powder room?

Of course.

You must do very well.

l'm trying to save,
but l'm not very good at it.

You know, you do look
a lot like Fred.

l haven't seen him since
l was 1 4, when l left home.

He was already 6'2''.

lt must have been
the peanut butter that did it.

Everybody thought he was dotty,
the way he ate peanut butter.

But he wasn't dotty,

just sweet and vague
and...terribly slow.

Poor Fred. He's in the army now.

lt's best until l get enough money.

- And then?
- And then Fred and I...

l went to Mexico once.

lt's a wonderful place
for raising horses.

l saw one place near the sea that...

Fred's very good with horses.

Even land in Mexico costs something.

Whatever l do, there's never
more than $200 in the bank.

lt can't be 4:30.

lt just can't.

Do you mind if l just
get in with you for a minute?

lt's all right. Really, it is.

We're friends, that's all.

We are friends, aren't we?

Sure.

OK, let's don't say another word.

Let's just go to sleep.

Where are you, Fred?

lt's cold.

There's snow and...wind.

What is it?

Why are you crying?

lf we're going to be friends,
let's get one thing straight.

l hate snoops.

- Yeah.
- Lucille, darling?

l've been trying
desperately to reach you.

Bill just got back...

a day early, the beast...

so l'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.

- l'll phone you in the morning.
- Whatever you say.

You'll manage to survive
without me tonight?

Sure. l might even take a wild,
boyish fling at writing.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Got yourself stuffed,
huh, Polly, baby?

Serves you right, big mouth.

- Buon giorno.
- Huh?

Aren't you drinking?

You have pockets or something?
What do you go by?

What's your name?
What do you call yourself?

- lrving.
- Perfect, perfect.

That's wonderful, lrving.

l'll be right back, lrving, baby.

Yeah? Kid's still in the shower.
You expected?

l was invited. That what you mean?

Don't get all tense. Come on in.

lt's a party - lot of characters
come who aren't expected.

l'll buy you a drink. You drink?

Then l'll buy you a drink.

Hey, honey, your skirt's split there.

- What do you drink?
- Bourbon.

- On the rocks?
- Yeah... No. With water.

- Want rocks first?
- Yeah. Not too much.

All right. That'll set you free.

- Know the kid long?
- Not very. l live upstairs.

Look at this place.
lt's unbelievable. What a dump!

What do you think?

- About what?
- ls she or isn't she?

Wait a minute. Hold it.

- Harriet!
- Hi, JB.

''JB''? What's that?

- You know Gil.
- Yeah. How are you?

- How about a drink?
- ln the kitchen.

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

Fred, darling,
l'm so glad you could come.

l brought you a present
for the bookcase.

You're sweet.

Doesn't that look nice?
Give me a cigarette, OJ.

OJ's a great agent.
He knows a lot of phone numbers.

What's Jerry Wald's phone number?

Come on, lay off.

Call him and tell him
Fred's a genius.

Stop blushing, Fred.
You didn't say it. l did.

Quit stalling. How will you make
Fred rich and famous?

Let Fred and me
settle that, huh, puppy?

OK, but remember, l'm the agent.

He's already got a decorator,
l'm the agent.

Hold it.

Hi, boys. Come on in.

Everything you need's
in the kitchen.

So, listen, Fred, baby...

- No, it's Paul, baby.
- l thought it was Fred, baby.

- ls she or isn't she?
- What?

A phoney.

l don't know. l don't think so.

Well, you're wrong - she is.

On the other hand, you're right,
because she's a real phoney.

She honestly believes
all this phoney junk.

Now, l sincerely
like the kid. l do.

l'm sensitive. That's why.

You got to be sensitive
to like the kid.

lt's a streak of the poet.

You known her long?

l discovered her. l'm OJ Berman.
Couple of years ago...

She was just a kid.
Lot of style, class...

- Lot of what?
- Class.

But you didn't know whether
she was a hillbilly or an Okie.

Know how long it took
to smooth that accent?

One year. Know how?

We gave her French lessons.

Figured once
she could imitate French,

she could imitate English.

Finally, l arranged
for a little screen test.

The night before - l could've
killed myself- the phone rings.

l pick it up. She says, ''lt's
Holly. l'm in New York.''

l say, ''You got
a screen test tomorrow.''

l say, ''Get back here!''
She says, ''l don't want to.''

''What do you mean? What do you want?''

She says, ''When l find out,
l'll let you know.''

- Fred, baby...
- lt's Paul, baby.

Sure. Don't tell me
she isn't a phoney.

lrving!
Honey, lrving, where you been?

Mike, darling, l tried
reaching you all day long.

Your answering service
doesn't answer.

That's the trouble
with answering services...

And after all that she said...

- Time, darling.
- What?

The time?

- You have a watch?
- No.

- Oh, let me see. 6:45.
- Thank you.

Really, was that necessary?

This is some party. Who are
all these people, anyhow?

Who knows? The word gets out.

You don't mind, do you, darling?

Reinforcements.

Right in there.

Holly, darling!

What's that?

Mag Wildwood.

She's a model, believe it
or not, and a thumping bore.

But look at the goodies with her.

He's all right,

if you like handsome,
rich-looking men

with passionate natures
and too many teeth.

l mean the other one.

- The other one?
- He's Rusty Trawler.

He's the ninth richest man
in America under 50.

That's remarkable information
to have at your fingertips.

l keep track of these things.

- Excuse me. You owe me 47...
- Hold this a minute, darling.

Mag, darling,
what are you doing here?

l was upstairs
working with Yunioshi...

Easter stuff for the Bazaar.

Then these two nice boys
came to pick me up.

lt was a mistake, of course.
My wires got crossed somewhere.

They were both very sweet about it.

May l present Jos� Silva Pereira?

He's from Brazil.

Miss Golightly.

Very kind of you to allow me
to attend your party.

l'm so interested
in North American culture.

l've been already
to the Statue of Liberty

and to the restaurant Automatique,

but this is the first time

l'm in a typical North American home.

Wouldn't he just melt in your mouth?

And this is Mr Rusty Trawler.

Miss Golightly.

You're not vexed at me
for bringing them?

- Of course not, darling.
- l'm glad.

Now, who's going
to bring me a bourbon?

- OJ.
- Yeah.

Would you get Miss Wildwood a drink?

Which one's Miss Wildwood?

Mr Berman, we haven't been
formally introduced,

but l'm Mag Wildwood
from Wildwood, Arkansaw.

That's...hill country.

Now, you just make yourself
right at home.

Don't trouble yourself.

l'm contented to observe
the customs of your country.

OK, you do that.

Now, come along, Mr Trawler.

Let's see what we
can find to amuse you.

l wasn't supposed to pick you up.

At the last minute, l had...

Look, l wasn't supposed
to pick you up.

Yes?

Miss Gorightly!
This time l'm warning you!

l am definitely this time
going to calling the police!

Good evening!

ls it something important?

No. Just the guy upstairs
complaining about the noise.

He's angry.

He did mention something
about calling the police.

Oh, the police... The police?

That l cannot have. l'd better
find Miss Wildwood and go.

To think l'd find a beau of mine

mousing after
some cheap Hollywood trash.

Mag, darling, you're being a bore.

Shut up!

You know what's going
to happen to you?

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

Just as soon as l finish this drink.

Timber!

Sorry.

- Oh, good evening, Ed.
- lt's Paul, baby.

You remember lrving, don't you?

- This is Jos�.
- Nice to meet you.

Yes.

Jewel thieves.

Sally helps me with my accounts.

l have no head for figures at all.

l'm trying desperately
to save some money.

l just can't seem to.

He makes me write down everything.

What l get, what l spend.

l had an cheque account.
l got rid of that.

He feels it's better to operate
on a cash basis, taxwise.

Some day, take this book,
turn it into a novel.

Everything is there.
Just fill in the details.

Would be good for some laughs.

No. No, l don't think so.

This book would break the heart.

''Mr Fitzsimmons...powder room, $50.

''Less $1 8... Repair
one black satin dress.

''Cat food, 27 cents.''

Sally, darling, please stop -
you're making me blush!

But you're right about Jack.
He's an absolute rat.

l guess, of course,
l don't know anybody but rats.

Except, of course, Fred here.

You do think Fred is nice, don't you?

For you... l hope he is.

Goodbye, Uncle Sally. Till next week.

Goodbye, Uncle Sally.

Goodbye and don't forget
to send that book.

l won't.

Oh, what about the weather report?

Oh, yes.

Snow flurries expected
this weekend in New Orleans.

Snow flurries expected
this weekend in New Orleans?!

lsn't that just the weirdest?

l bet they haven't had
snow in New Orleans for years.

l don't know how he thinks them up.

Moon River

Wider than a mile

l'm crossin' you in style

Some day

Oh, dream maker

You heartbreaker

Wherever you're goin'

l'm goin' your way

Two drifters

Off to see the world

There's such a lot of world

To see

We're after

The same

Rainbow's end

Waitin' 'round the bend

My huckleberry friend

Moon River

And me

- Hi.
- Hi.

- What you doin'?
- Writing.

Good.

Well, hello.

- What's wrong?
- l don't know.

lt's probably nothing.

l want to see if he's still there.

See if who's still there?
What are you talking about?

Look.

See? l noticed him
yesterday afternoon.

l didn't want
to sound neurotic, but...

- when he's there again today...
- Who do you think he is?

lt could be anybody, of course,

but what crossed my mind was...

suppose Bill's
having us watched, huh?

OK, l'll take care of this.

No. No, don't.

lf that's it,
you'll only make it worse.

l'll be careful. You wait here.

Darling, please don't.
l don't think you should.

Take it easy.

l just want to find out
what this is about.

All right, what do you want?

Son, l need a friend.

That's me, that's her,

that's her brother Fred.

You're Holly's father?

Her name ain't Holly.

She was Lula Mae Barnes.

Was till she married me.

l'm her husband Doc Golightly.

Paul Varjak.

l'm a horse doctor... Animal man.

Do some farming, too,
near Tulip, Texas.

Her brother Fred's
getting out of the army soon.

Lula Mae belongs home with her
husband, brother and children.

Children?

Them's her children.

She's got four children?

Now, son, l didn't claim
they was her natural children.

Their own precious mother -
precious woman -

passed away July 4th, 1 955,
the year of the drought.

When l married Lula Mae,
she was going on 1 4.

You might think a person of 1 4
wouldn't know their own mind.

But you take Lula Mae.

She was an exceptional person.

She just plumb broke our hearts
when she run off like she done.

Just plain had no reason.

All the housework
was done by her daughter.

Lula Mae could take it easy.

That woman got positively fat,

while her brother,
he growed up into a giant,

which is a sight different
from how they come to us.

A couple of wild young'uns, they was.

l caught 'em stealing milk
and turkey eggs.

They'd been living with
some mean, no-account people

about 1 00 mile east of Tulip.

She had cause to run from that house.

Never had none to leave mine.

What about her brother?
Didn't he leave?

No. We had Fred with us
till the army took him.

That's why l come.

l had a letter from him.
He's getting out in February.

That's why l come to get her.

Lula Mae's place is with her
husband, children and brother.

The prize from
a Cracker Jack box. Want it?

Never could understand
why that woman run off.

Don't tell me she weren't happy.

Talky as a jay bird she was,

with something to say
on every subject.

Better than the radio.

The night l proposed,
l cried like a baby.

She said, ''Why are you crying?
We'll be married.

''l never been married before.''

l laughed and hugged
and squeezed her.

''Never been married before.''

Listen, son,
l advise you l need a friend,

'cause l don't want
to surprise or scare her none.

Let her know l'm here.

Will you do that, son?

Yeah, sure, Doc.
lf that's what you want.

Come on.

All right.

Coming.

Oh, darling, l'm on my way out.

l'm half an hour late.

Maybe we can have a drink tomorrow.

Sure, Lula Mae...

if you're still here tomorrow.

Oh, please, where is he?

Gosh.

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

- Hi, Doc.
- Gosh, Lula Mae...

Kingdom come!

What's the matter? You all right?

l guess so... No, l'm not.
Will you help me?

- lf l can.
- Come to the bus station.

He still thinks l'm going back.

l can't play it alone.

He's your husband.

- No, he's not.
- He's not?

lt was annulled ages ago.
He just won't accept it.

Please, Fred.
l'll say you're seeing us off.

Don't say anything.

Just meet us out front
in about an hour. Please?

You wait right here, honey.

l'll get the bag.

Why don't l get some magazines?

Please, Fred, don't leave me.

Attention, please.

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

Philadelphia, Columbus,
lndianapolis, Terre Haute,

St Louis, Tulsa,
Oklahoma City, Denison, Dallas.

Come on, Lula Mae. That's us.

Doc, l'm not coming with you.

Come on. Let's walk quietly.

l'll try and help you
understand. Help me, Fred.

l appreciate your help, but
it's between Lula Mae and me.

Sure, Doc.

l love you, Lula Mae.

l know you do, and
that's just the trouble.

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

You were always
lugging home wild things -

a hawk with a broken wing,

a full-grown wildcat
with a broken leg...

Remember?

There's something...

You mustn't give your heart
to a wild thing.

The more you do,
the stronger they get,

until they're strong enough
to fly into a tree,

then to higher trees,
then to the sky.

There's something l got to tell you.

Excuse me.

Couple weeks ago,
l got a letter from Fred.

From Fred?
He's all right, isn't he?

Yeah, he's fine, l guess.

He's getting out of the army
in February.

ln February?

Well, that's only four months.

So, you got to come back.

Your place is with us.

Doc, you've got to understand,
l can't come back.

You got to understand
what l'm saying.

l don't want to pressure you,
but l got to.

lf you don't come,

l'll have to tell young Fred

he better sign up for another hitch.

Don't do that.
Don't write that to him.

l'll write him and say
l want him with me.

l'll take care of him.

You're talking crazy, Lula Mae.

Doc, stop calling me that.
l'm not Lula Mae any more.

All right, Lula Mae.

l guess you know what you're doing.

Keep an eye on her, will you, son?

At least see she eats
something once in a while.

Sure, Doc.

So skinny.

Please, Doc. Please understand.

l love you,
but l'm not Lula Mae any more.

l'm not.

You know the terrible thing,
darling?

l am still Lula Mae.
Fourteen, stealing turkey eggs

and running through a briar patch.

Except now l call it
having the mean reds.

Well, it's still too early
to go to Tiffany's.

l guess the next best thing
is a drink.

Yes, l very much need a drink.

Buy me one, Fred, darling?

Sure.

Only promise not to take me home
until l'm drunk.

Until l'm very drunk indeed.

Do you think she's talented?

Deeply and importantly talented?

No.

Amusingly and superficially
talented, yes,

but deeply and importantly, no.

Gracious.

Do you think she's handsomely paid?

Oh, indeed.

Well, let me tell you something.

lf l had her money,
l'd be richer than she is.

- How do you figure that?
- l'd keep the candy store.

Old Sally Tomato -
that's my candy store.

l'd always keep Sally.

That's why l'd be richer than she is.

We'd better get a little more air.

..every Tom, Dick and Harry...

No. Correction.

Every Tom, Dick and Sid -
Harry was his friend.

Anyway, every Tom, Dick and Sid

thinks if he takes a girl to dinner,

she'll just curl up in a little
furry ball at his feet, right?

l have by actual count
been taken to dinner

by 26 different rats
in the last two months.

27, if you count Benny Shacklett,

who's in many ways a super rat.

- l forgot my key.
- Never mind. l buzzed Yunioshi.

Do you know something funny?

ln spite of the fact these rats
fork up $50

for the powder room
like little dolls...

l find l have $9 less
in the bank account

than l had six months ago.

So, my darling Fred,

l have tonight made
a very serious decision.

And what is that?

No longer will l play the field.

- Congratulations.
- The field stinks...

both economically and socially,