Golightly.
Remember that man is by nature a hunter. But how the dickens can he pursue if you’re always flinging yourself in his arms? Even the barndoor hen gives her lawful mate a run for his money.
[Penelope looks from her father to her mother. She gives a little sigh.
Penelope.
It was so easy for me to love, honour, and obey him, and so delightful. It never struck me that I ought to keep watch over my feelings.
Golightly.
We all strive for happiness, but what would happiness be if it clung to us like a poor relation?
Penelope.
[Nodding her head.] Strawberry ice for breakfast, strawberry ice for luncheon, and strawberry ice for tea.
Golightly.