Arnaud: Hell didn’t accept you. The demons were afraid.
Cecily: So I flirted with Saint Peter and he let me right into heaven.
Cecily: So I flirted with Saint Peter and he let me right into heaven.
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.