Rahoul: That’s quite a nice colour combination. I mean, he’s wearing white this time of year, but aside from that…
Fleur, advising Cecily.
Fleur: Don’t go to the wedding. There are religious people there. You don’t want to draw God’s attention to you. You’re in his blind spot. Stay that way.
Two friends, on a plate of scallops.
Frederic: What is the difference between the light ones and the dark ones?
Ohan: The dark ones are persecuted.
Raj, eating.
Raj: This duck makes me wonder what the venison is like.
Cecily, on herself.
Cecily: I am not a brainstormer. I am a queen.
Two friends, on fat.
Raj: You don’t look fat in real life. And you don’t look fat in your photographs. And you don’t look fatter in your photographs than you do in real life. Are you satisfied with that?
Cecily: Does Dr. Seuss write non-rhyming prose?
Raj: I don’t know.
Raj to Cecily, clueless.
Raj: If you want to do breakfast at Tiffany’s, we should definitely book a table. I don’t want to have to queue, like we did at that other bourgeois place you dragged me to.
Two friends, on ageing.
Cecily: (singing) “Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m sixty-four?”
Raj: No.
Cecily: Oh, fuck.
Two friends, on Williamsburg.
Cecily: My evening was not fancy! I went to Williamsburg with a real estate agent, dear.
Raj: Some real estate agents are quite minted, dear.
Cecily, on Tinder.
Cecily: The quality of Tinder is abysmal in New York City. There are no famous opera singers on it or anything.
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