Cecily: My father arrives in Paris tomorrow.

Alexander: I will pray for you, to whatever agnostic force exists in the beyond.

Cecily: You need not do that. My father is lovely.

Alexander: Oh really? I thought you too suffered from a case of « batshit family ».

Cecily: I do have a batshit family, but probably not in your sense. We’re high-functioning on the bad-shit spectrum.