Cecily: I’m in the “get fit” zone in preparation for the eventual “wedding zone”.
Felicia: What does that involve?
Cecily: My wedding? Vows and a white dress and great catering.
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Carlo, on lovers.
Carlo: People who are in love are always right.
Cecily, on Paris.
Cecily: Paris is not the city of lights, but the city of men. The streets crawl with both fine specimens of the race and skew-whiff tripod-like creatures, relentlessly parading through the streets with their cocks to the sky.
Pedro, on Cecily’s needs.
Pedro: A queen like you has much more use for a dragon than a boyfriend.
Pedro, on Cecily’s potential husband.
Pedro: It would not be fair for you to have a husband. Think about all the others left without a muse for their poor souls.
Cecily, on summer.
Cecily: I was romantically involved with four people over the summer. I enjoyed it. It went well with the weather and the food options.
Two friends, on waving.
Cecily: I know exactly how to wave like the Queen!
Raj: Queen Elizabeth II is not a Vulcan.
Jonathan, on moving.
Jonathan: Scotch-taping boxes, Scotch-taping pans and pens, and cans, and fans. Scotch-taping hats. Scotch-taping masks, and books, and sheets. Scotch-taping incense, Scotch-taping perfumes, and shampoos, and tools. Scotch-taping bottles, Scotch-taping photos, and scarves, and jewels. The flowers shall remain. I know it’s wrong, ’cause I should Scotch-tape them too.
Cecily, on new shoes.
Cecily: I just acquired shoes I can wear in a forest. I haven’t had “forest shoes” for several years. Manolo Blahnik weeps for me today.
Two friends, on the doctor.
Cecily: I was looking at wedding rings this morning.
Arnaud: Why?! Butterflies’ fingers are too thin for rings dear. You must be ill. Go and see a doctor.
Cecily: I need a ring. What if I get old and nobody loves me enough to keep me company, and all I have left is old copies of Vogue magazine and thoughts about what could have been if I had shared my life with somebody? Maybe the doctor will marry me…
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