Carlo: You know what it is to be wise? It is to control your passion.

Cecily: I am saving my wit so it trickles through at a good tempo. Any decent musician knows that tempo is key. And pauses. My god. Pauses make a life. Those who disrespect silence are my greatest enemies. I cannot stand people who sing straight through rests.

Cecily: Everyone has something splendid inside.

Carlo: Maybe if we go with a torch…

Raj: Or a scalpel…

Charles: I wonder if I should see someone about my overt hedonism, or if it’s just one of those personality traits one needs to get used to.

Cecily: See someone. Sometimes we need other people to help us get used to ourselves.

Alexander: Pocket squares demarcate some unforeseeable deviance.

Cecily: He is certainly some kind of dangerous. I’m not sure what kind yet. Being this terrified is thrilling.

Alexander: Would that all our dalliances be equally passionate. Fucking Americans don’t know how to have an affair.

Carlo: A country that proposes good fish and chips is a good country.

Cecily: He looked at me quizzically, and I wanted so much to pleasure him that I reached for his laptop and played ‘Glitter and Be Gay’.

Mother: Delilah threatened to kill herself again. At that moment, I was so fucking desperate, I told her to do so. Maybe it would be better for us all if she did. But then I realised in that one moment, my life would be over. Self preservation is a bullshit concept when your child is mentally ill.

Cecily: Carlo, I do not know what to do.

Carlo: Do nothing. This is the best.

Cecily: A career doesn’t have to be linear.

Arnaud: I do agree. Linearity is for hamsters.