Charles: I’ve been catching the train recently. The insights are amazing. For example, ordinary people often smell like oats in the morning.
Cecily, on cats and babies.
Cecily: I am going to name my child Soba… or my cat. Neither exist, and maybe I’m condemning these foetal beings, still in their ideational infancy, to gluten-free, Japanese-centric lives. But, I’m cool with that. I like names with two syllables. I like names that can be pronounced in any language, and ones that go well on a Starbucks’ cup. When I take my cat or child to Starbucks, they’ll order their soy latté grandés without the extra stress of having to invent an alias.
My second born shall be Millefeuille.
Alexander, on autocorrect.
Alexander: The correlation between autocorrect and Freud never ceases to astound me/alert me to the gravity of certain inconvenient truths.
Alexander, on Cecily.
Alexander: You’re a delight. A venus flytrap among men. But a delight nonetheless.
Alexander, the emotionally devoid vegan.
Cecily: Will you ever see Pierre again?
Alexander: No. I am incapable of being the person that loved him ever again. I don’t think I’m capable of loving anything anymore. I am just a black hole of meat analogues and Sartre.
Alexander, on the loss of ambition.
Alexander: One year ago I wanted the fucking world at my feet. Now all I want is a moment of respite from the constant misery of my existence.
Cecily, concerned about Alexander.
Cecily: When Lana Del Rey gets involved, I am usually terrified about one’s emotional state, but your music taste is so questionable I don’t know how to measure your level of depression.
Alexander, on blue blood.
Alexander: Yours is a personality that demands to be addressed “Queen” in some context or another, regardless of the speaker’s gender or sexuality.
Mother and daughter, on the Big Apple.
Mother: I trust you’re being very sensible in New York.
Cecily: Yes mother. I’m having loads of drugs.
Mother: Drugs and vegetables I hope.
Two friends, on air travel.
Arnaud: You got a free business class upgrade? Succubus! Stop sleeping with staff and crew members.
Cecily: No.
Arnaud: Modern girls…
Cecily: Modern girls get the Camembert.
Arnaud: Modern girls would do ANYTHING for Camembert.
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