Cecily: This Saturday, I’m having drinks with my Parisian “uncle” who wants to be the godfather of my children (that do not exist yet).
Santiago: Is that “uncle” as imaginary as your children or does he really exist? Standard question from a pharmacist working in a mental health drug company.
Maurice: In 2003, they put me in a mental hospital and diagnosed me with bipolar. But I wouldn’t take their fucking meds. I’m proud to be bipolar!
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.
Charles: Fate has never been cruel. Neither has fortune. Unless you include a complete disregard for allowing me everything I want, whenever I want it.
Delilah: Their whole marriage they’ve had no connection with each other, aside from money. Now they can gleefully bitch about their delinquent daughters. One’s a french libertine, the other’s a suicidal mental case. It’s like high school, only there’s less attention to fashion and Leonardo DiCaprio’s “dad bod”.
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