Look, I know what you think. And I don’t blame you, I’ve always thrown out such a jazzy line. But really…except for Doc…and you…Jose is my first non-rat romance. Oh, not that he’s my ideal of the absolute finito. He tells little lies and worries about what people think and he wants to be the President of Brazil. I mean it’s such a useless thing for a grown man to want to be and takes about fifty baths a day. I think a man should smell, at least a little bit. No, he’s too prim and cautious to be my absolute ideal. If I were free to choose from anybody alive, just snap my fingers and say “Come here, you!”, I wouldn’t pick Jose. Nehru maybe or Adlai Stevenson or Sidney Poiter or Leonard Bernstein…but I do love Jose. I honestly think I’d give up smoking if he asked me to!
Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Holly Golightly