Breakfast at Tiffany's
Holly stepped out of the car; she took the cat with her. Cradling him, she scratched his head and asked, "What do you think? This ought to be the right kind of place for a tough guy like you. […] So scram," she said, dropping him (18.12).
Brazil was beastly but Buenos Aires the best. Not Tiffany's, but almost (19.1).
"Look. Don't despise me, darling." She put her hand over mine and pressed it with sudden immense sincerity. "I haven't much choice […]" (17.24).