Penelope.
Then why are you writing it down?
Golightly.
You seem to think they do, my dear; and I have the highest respect for your intelligence.
Penelope.
Mamma, if you thought it absolutely necessary to provide a father for your offspring, I wish you had chosen one who wasn’t quite so irritating.
[Golightly does not answer, but quietly adds two and two together. Penelope watches him for a moment.
Penelope.
D’you think I’m a perfect fool, father?
Golightly.