Cecily: I’m hungry all the time. I don’t know why. I want a big bowl of pasta.
Charles: Please don’t be with child. Movies end with marriage and childbirth because nothing happens thereafter.
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Charles, on greeting cards.
Charles: Being a lawyer is a waste of my life. Honestly, I have always just wanted to design and write greeting cards. I don’t have enough wit to sustain anything else.
Delilah, after Cecily’s birthday.
Delilah: You’re not as destructive as you think you are. You still have wild delusions about your own power. That’s the narcissism of youth. Guess you’re not as old as you thought you were.
Carlo, to Cecily, after returning from Italy.
Carlo: Without you I become a bourgeois.
Two friends, on endings.
Charles: I live a double life at best. When, where, and how does it all end? Do I walk into work one day and they’ll all have realised I’m not the person they always thought me to be?
Cecily: You already know your end. It’s preordained. Every moment of your life you have respired as Don Draper, and now you’re questioning whether your writers are going to spontaneously change your course? Hold their hands and walk into that ocean my friend. Buy the world a Coke.
Charles: I want a new story.
Cecily: So did Don. Escape is futile.
Two friends, on being sober.
Arnaud: You are sober?
Cecily: Yes.
Arnaud: And the world is still colourful?
Cecily: Very much so.
Arnaud: Was it an accident, your sobriety?
Two friends, on the balm of wine.
Charles: Paris has given me an unshakeable malaise.
Cecily: You need a tasting flight and some fromage, tout de suite.
Two friends, on codices.
Xavier: I love the word “codex”.
Cecily: Me too. It’s so “Davinci”.
Elijah, on sadness.
Elijah: Sometimes sadness makes me very unhappy.
Cecily, on herself.
Cecily: The only way I can think to classify myself is sui generis. That makes me feel so alone.
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