Cecily: It’s Sunday, so I’m reading up on clinical depression.
Jonathan: I cannot wait for humanoids to replace human beings. Depression will disappear and robotic laughs will overwhelm the world.
gender studies
Cecily, on body and lobster issues.
Cecily: Raj just called me fat. I only ate one single lobster…
Alexander, on himself.
Alexander: I am watching Annie Hall and just realised the book on which I rolled a joint is Still Life with Woodpecker. I have fallen so deeply into my own stereotype that it’s no longer funny.
Two friends, on world domination.
Arnaud: The world is mine!
Cecily: I want Paris.
Arnaud: No.
Cecily: In that case, I’ll have to seize it by force or charm. I have all of the men of Paris on my side. What do you have? The female waitstaff of your favourite café?
Cecily, waltzing through the Tuileries.
Cecily: Oh just listen to the jingle-jangle of the mini Eiffel Tower key rings and see the glossy skin of the unnecessarily handsome African salesmen!
Cecily, on “Frederic”.
Cecily: We called him Frederic for two hours before we realised that it was not his name. A twenty two year-old comedian with a provincial French accent, he slithered up to us when we were all eyes-peeled for benefactors, and poised to target men with Berlutti shoes. I use the word “slithered” a little callously. But slippery, young, money-hungry women look more like goddesses than snakes, and poor French boys looking for a little love lust can at times be scrawny and clothed in snake green. Frederic was.
Two friends, on love.
Alexander: Love is an illusion, death is inevitable.
Cecily: Love is not an illusion. Marriage is inevitable. I will be happy.
Alexander: The very existence of love, or indeed any sentiment, is questionable. Marriage is a social construct. Happiness is rampant hedonism.
Two friends, on reputation.
Cecily: I looked for you today at your Couleur Café.
Arnaud: Couleur Café isn’t my café anymore. Some rumours about me were born in that hellish place.
Cecily: I have had many rumours spread about me throughout Paris. Lights, camera, scandal! In fact, the staff at Le Meurice told a man I was courting that I was a high class escort.
Arnaud: People!
Cecily: Well, it’s expected in Paris. I kill them with my kindness and my charm.
Arnaud: You should consider swords.
Cecily: Sometimes my kindness comes off too flirtatious though…
Arnaud: Oh, I see. “I am not a hooker. I would like you to invite me to Arpège for dinner to explain it all”.
Alexander to Cecily, on pending solutions.
Alexander: I will offer tentative solutions to all of your problems once I’m not so défoncé.
Alexander, on destiny.
Alexander: Whenever I move back to Paris I’m going to live in the 10ème and eventually marry Xavier Dolan. I’ve realised it to be my destiny.
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