Golightly.
Is anything the matter?
Penelope.
[Breaking out.] I can’t go on with it any longer. I’ve come to the end of my strength.
Golightly.
Is Dickie still ...?
Penelope.
Yes. I can’t imagine what he sees in her. I sit and watch her sometimes and wonder what she has that I haven’t got. You don’t think I’m plain, do you?
Golightly.
Certainly not. If you had been I should have exposed you at your birth, like the ancient Spartans.