Delilah: Tell me, are you dressed entirely as Zelda Fitzgerald?
Cecily: How does Zelda Fitzgerald dress?
Delilah: With regard.
Cecily: I am in bed. So I am not dressing with regard.
Delilah: Perfect. Not dressing, with regard. You should know, it’s dangerous leaving punctuation to your adversary.
Cecily: I spent the whole of yesterday stressed about the small levels of dust in my house, and obsessing over the lamb shanks that I’m cooking for my impending romantic home date.
Alexander: I am silently judging you for eating not only an animal, but a baby animal.
Cecily: I love eating baby animals. And wearing their parents.
Cecily: I’m living in my dead self’s former apartment.
Charles: Apparently your sense of smell and taste become dull with age. If that isn’t a ringing endorsement for unbridled hedonism, I don’t know what is.
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