Cecily: Well, life was a very pleasant journey, until it all ended in a Toyota sedan.

Cecily: Our universes shall always observe each other. From my side, with admiration, from your side, disdain. For I am caught in a decorative continuum, and you, in a continuum of field mushrooms.

Cecily: You must maintain some level of decorum.

Maurice: Everywhere I go, I am in a pub.

Cecily: Then you must go to a real pub.

Maurice: They won’t let me in anymore.

Cecily: Why don’t you spike my omelette in the morning?

Raj: I’m not fucking making you an omelette in the morning.

Nicolas: I do not like skinny women. Nothing to eat.

Cecily: But you have a sandwich!

Nicolas: You cannot make a sandwich with two skinny women.

Alexander: I am taking a week’s sabbatical from wearing myself emotionally thin over Sam. However, today I tried to open a jar and realised that I ain’t no “strong independent woman”. My first instinct was to call him to come and help me open it in exchange for kinky sex, but then I thought it best not to compromise my integrity.

Cecily: You can’t take a sabbatical from heartache.

Ahmed: I think I am losing my hair, but maybe it’s seasonal. Hair could be like the leaves.

Cecily: I have a new business plan: follow behind the live rose sellers and sell dead ones to people having arguments or couples on the verge of divorce. Big market. No current competitors.

Arnaud: Good idea. Think about a larger market: dead plants for the flats of people going through a divorce. Or for companies going through bankruptcy.

Cecily: I’m sure lots of people would have loved to send dead plants to Lehman Brothers.

Arnaud: Or tiny coffins.

Raj: All I am to you is a personal assistant and a dish-washer and a court jester.

Cecily: I love you.

Raj: I’ll leave your wallet near the kettle.

Cecily: Do we have a kettle?!

Raj: No. I’ll leave it near the teapot.