Cecily: Yves just told me he may take a post in the symphony in Amsterdam. If he does, he leaves next week.
Charles: That’s a decidedly refined take on the old man-off-to-war story;”Cecily, I must serve in the orchestra in Amsterdam. I ship off tomorrow”.
Cecily: The problem is, I date like a man. And men like the company of other men. In dresses.
Jaël: Any man who does not love you is either too gay or too straight. Either way, they have big defects.
Cecily: You have an increasing fanbase. People enjoy Charles’ romantic cynicism.
Charles: I’m blushing… If that was the sort of thing I’d do…which as you know, I don’t.
Cecily: Mr. Right is always right for a few weeks. Right now there are four Mr. Not-quite-right-but-good-for-winter-nights types.
Charles: Has my parcel arrived?
Cecily: It has not. Believe me, when it does, you will know about it. I will be so excited.
Charles: But you don’t even know what it is yet.
Cecily: I assume you only ever gift great books and letters.
Charles: Not untrue.
Cecily: I just drink until I’m happy and then compulsively thereafter.
Noah: Do you always wear something on your head? What does Freud have to say about that?
Alexander: Queen.
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