"We're alike, me and cat."

"You know those days when you get the mean reds?"
"The mean reds, you mean like the blues?"  
"No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?"
"Sure."
"Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!"

"We're alike, me and cat. A couple of poor nameless slobs."


"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?"
"In a minute."
"I guess it's pretty lucky neither of us is rich, huh?"

"It's useful being top banana in the shock department."