Christian: Are you saying you consider my soups as vulgar as consommés?
cecily and alexander
Two friends, on hands.
Christian: Your hands are spindly and alluring.
Cecily: I use them to drive Italian men wild. Yesterday, a man named Marcello bought me a salad just so he could watch my hypnotic nails for an hour. My manicures pay for themselves.
Two friends, on Paris afternoons.
Christian: It’s a lovely afternoon. Let’s go to Place Saint Catherine, to the café with the flirty waiters. Do you know the one I mean?
Cecily: I shall take a punt and guess the café, or stroll around the square until you arrive to guide me to this font of hotness.
Cecily, on geography and biology.
Cecily: Did you know that in Nottingham ducks walk backwards?
Rahoul, observing Raj.
Rahoul: That’s quite a nice colour combination. I mean, he’s wearing white this time of year, but aside from that…
Fleur, advising Cecily.
Fleur: Don’t go to the wedding. There are religious people there. You don’t want to draw God’s attention to you. You’re in his blind spot. Stay that way.
Cecily, on herself.
Cecily: I am not a brainstormer. I am a queen.
Two friends, on fat.
Raj: You don’t look fat in real life. And you don’t look fat in your photographs. And you don’t look fatter in your photographs than you do in real life. Are you satisfied with that?
Cecily: Does Dr. Seuss write non-rhyming prose?
Raj: I don’t know.
Two friends, on Williamsburg.
Cecily: My evening was not fancy! I went to Williamsburg with a real estate agent, dear.
Raj: Some real estate agents are quite minted, dear.
Cecily, on Tinder.
Cecily: The quality of Tinder is abysmal in New York City. There are no famous opera singers on it or anything.
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