Cecily: Stars are the part of the sky that glitter remembered.
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Carlo, on lovers.
Carlo: People who are in love are always right.
Two friends, on going to hell.
Arnaud: Hell didn’t accept you. The demons were afraid.
Cecily: So I flirted with Saint Peter and he let me right into heaven.
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.
Two friends, on millinery.
Cecily: Have you seen my new hat?
Jonathan: It’s a bird! It’s a bird!
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 a French man by the fountain.
Cecily: His legs were crossed and his pant leg skimmed just above his sock, exposing a little rectangle of skin. Apart from this, he was wrapped in black. It was extremity erotica. He was a geisha.
Cecily, on immorality.
Cecily: There is nothing more immoral than putting a bunny in a dryer.
Pedro, on Cecily’s needs.
Pedro: A queen like you has much more use for a dragon than a boyfriend.
Two friends, on Sir Elton.
Cecily: I’m dancing at the Elton John concert.
Arnaud: I hate you. Go to yellow brick hell.
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