men

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…

Two people, on wisdom.

Cecily: You look sad.

Jonathan: Yes.

Cecily: Why?

Jonathan: Because women and men are the same… It would be better if women were wiser.

Cecily: It would be better if you were in love with a wiser woman.

Charles, to Cecily.

Charles: You are like one of Ayn Rand’s protagonists: a self-interested person that must be unsentimental toward those that rely on you. They need you for their joy. You produce, they consume. Don’t forget that.

Harald, on delightfulness.

Harald: It sounds as if he’s important to you, at least at the moment, yet you describe him as ‘delightful’, which hardly amounts to an impassioned declaration.