Cecily: You are lucky you broke up in the spring. It’s a gentler time for the soul.
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Cecily, on Wednesday night.
Cecily: Shakira and Beyoncé pulsed through the walls, and we gave ourselves up to translucent fabrics and hot nights with optional toplessness and mandatory thrusting.
Rahoul, on a female.
Rahoul: A female is in the place. She must be mounted.
Inès, on Tatiana.
Inès: You just have to meet Tatiana. She’s the kind of girl that wherever she goes, she has a birdbath full of blow.
Two friends, on Arrabbiata
Cecly: Raj drinks Coca Cola out of an old pasta sauce jar. In my mind, this is next level hipster. However, I doubt hipsters would deign to buy Prego® Arrabbiata.
Alexander: Oh, rest assured, my personal drinking cups are fashioned from non-GMO, organic, single-ingredient peanut butter jars. I sincerely wish I were joking.
Rahoul, the dragon.
Cecily: Annie may already be falling for you.
Rahoul: She has. What are you talking about? This is Rahoul; the dragon speaks, the lamb falls.
Two friends, on a manicure.
Christian: Are you enjoying your manicure?
Cecily: I am still at work, so one could say it’s still in its ideation phase.
Two friends, on recourse.
Alexander: All male members of our race are DEAD TO ME.
Cecily: Your only recourse is to become a lesbian. Or a monk. Or both.
Alexander: I’ll be a lesbian insofar as I don’t have to see any tits.
Cecily, on work culture.
Cecily: In Paris, there is no such concept as “watercooler conversation”. It’s called a communal cigarette break. And it can happen up to thirty times a day. Note to self: spend salary on cigarettes, ergo, increase end of year bonus. Je fume, donc je suis.
Christopher, on Oxford.
Christopher: I do not know the word to which you refer, however, I did go to Oxford.
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