Arnaud: The world is mine!
Cecily: I want Paris.
Arnaud: No.
Cecily: In that case, I’ll have to seize it by force or charm. I have all of the men of Paris on my side. What do you have? The female waitstaff of your favourite café?
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Cecily, having a midnight dilemma.
Cecily: I am desperately in need of a midnight snack, but a) I don’t want to get fat, b) I don’t want to get up, and c) I don’t even know if I got up whether there would be anything to get fat with.
Cecily, on coffee.
Cecily: I only take my coffee “allongé”. It’s the only way to properly stoke malaise.
Two friends, on love.
Alexander: Love is an illusion, death is inevitable.
Cecily: Love is not an illusion. Marriage is inevitable. I will be happy.
Alexander: The very existence of love, or indeed any sentiment, is questionable. Marriage is a social construct. Happiness is rampant hedonism.
Two friends, on a spider.
Arnaud: I have the biggest of the big spiders in my hotel room. It’s 10cm in diametre…
Cecily: Did you measure him? Maybe you can catch him in a jar and pin him behind a picture frame like a scientifically mounted butterfly.
Arnaud: I just called the hotel staff. The spider is now a crêpe.
Cecily, on Paris.
Cecily: Paris is not the city of lights, but the city of men. The streets crawl with both fine specimens of the race and skew-whiff tripod-like creatures, relentlessly parading through the streets with their cocks to the sky.
Cecily, on summer.
Cecily: I was romantically involved with four people over the summer. I enjoyed it. It went well with the weather and the food options.
Carlo, on love.
Carlo: Remember, if you think you are in love Cecily, a butterfly cannot suddenly turn into a snail.
Cecily, on new shoes.
Cecily: I just acquired shoes I can wear in a forest. I haven’t had “forest shoes” for several years. Manolo Blahnik weeps for me today.
Two friends, on traffic lights.
Arnaud: You are a traffic light. If there were more traffic lights like you, road safety would dramatically increase. Cars would come to a standstill!
Cecily: If traffic lights sashayed around the streets with a complete disregard for cars, we’d all think we were living in Rome.
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