Showing posts with label its so nice to not be in the same house as him. Show all posts
Showing posts with label its so nice to not be in the same house as him. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
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- My Name's not Really Bridget
- "So listen, Fred, Baby--" "No, it's Paul, Baby." "It is? I thought it was Fred, Baby. Answer the question: Is she or isn't she?" "What?" "A phony." "I don't know. I don't think so." "You don't, huh? Well, you're wrong. She is. But on the other hand, you're right, because she's a real phony. She honestly believes all this phony junk. Now, I sincerely like the kid. I do. I'm sensitive, that's why. You've got to be sensitive to like the kid. It's a streak of the poet." (from Breakfast at Tiffany's)