Cecily: Every one of my white clothes is now ruined thanks to a lipstick that weaselled its way into my washing machine.
Alexander: Was the lipstick at the very least Saint Laurent?
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Cecily, on gauche caviar.
Cecily: Being gauche caviar is so passé. I’ll take mine Beluga, and with no apologies, please.
Carlo, to Cecily, after returning from Italy.
Carlo: Without you I become a bourgeois.
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