Cecily: Cecily doesn’t drive, Ishmael.
Ishmael: She is driven.
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Christian, on Brexit.
Christian: This is why Brexit happened. A culture that cannot manage to put hot and cold water into one tap can’t possibly know how to effectively mix their people.
Two women, unmarried.
Cecily and Anastasia: I love my husband.
Alexander, on Australians.
Alexander: I helped multiple gorgeous Australian men at the boulangerie today. I don’t know how you ever left your motherland. Yours are a wonderful and lust-inspiring people.
Two friends, on escrow.
Cecily: Guess. What.
Alexander: I would not know where to begin. But, given your house hunt, might I be speaking with a woman in escrow?
Alexander, on the world wide web.
Alexander: I’m thinking of taking a break from the nonessential internet. It’s wreaking havoc with my blood pressure.
Alexander, about gluten free.
Alexander: I’d love to try being gluten free at some point, but during this chapter of my life, I’m quite content having an extra three kilos and a perpetual cloud of shame hanging about my head.
Cecily, on hemp milk.
Cecily: I’m googling hemp milk. My life is going to be so cleansed.
Alexander, on true love.
Alexander: I sat next to Slavoj Žižek’s more attractive doppelgänger on the bus today. In that moment I truly knew what it is to love a man.
Two friends, on lipstick.
Cecily: Every one of my white clothes is now ruined thanks to a lipstick that weaselled its way into my washing machine.
Alexander: Was the lipstick at the very least Saint Laurent?
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