August 2009
- 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.
I’m looking for a job.
I wish there was a job where you could lay on the beach and feel the warm yellow sun on your skin.
I wish I could lie and smell the salty sea while i’d stick my fingers trough the warm sand and see it fall trough my fingers.
Come with me…
