Breakfast at Tiffany's

Sure. Sure. Hes okay. Arent you, Cat? Poor old Cat. Poor slob. Poor slob without a name. The way I see it I dont have the right to give him one. We dont belong to each other. We just took up by the river one day. I dont want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. Im not sure where that is, but I know what its like. Its like Tiffanys.