Cecily: Rituals are life-building for personality parasitic nomads.

Cecily: I am certainly glad I can partake in so many lives, but one day, I look forward to finding my own. It should have a Christmas tree in it once a year, and someone who cares enough to buy me a newspaper every morning.

Cecily: There should be a single gesture to express the necessity of a facelift so that one does not have to invent awkward euphemisms to awaken one’s friends to certain realities.

Cecily: I wish to get to a point in my life wherein I may watch polo with an aloofness that only comes from watching too much polo.

Carlo: It is currently raining my love. Do not be influenced by rain.

Carlo: She’s like a flower that blooms in the night.

Raj: That’s a vampire.

Carlo (to Cecily): You have a garden with three men in it.

Raj: Have you read ‘The Torture Garden’?

Carlo: I had a dream. You and Rubens were singing together.

Rahoul: Young boy, where is the wine list?

Arnaud: This cube is a mystery. A kind of Schrödinger’s box. Normal people can’t see what’s inside. I can. I’m God.