Cecly: Raj drinks Coca Cola out of an old pasta sauce jar. In my mind, this is next level hipster. However, I doubt hipsters would deign to buy Prego® Arrabbiata.
Alexander: Oh, rest assured, my personal drinking cups are fashioned from non-GMO, organic, single-ingredient peanut butter jars. I sincerely wish I were joking.
Cecily: Your art always has a peace to it. This seems at odds with your mental state at times.
Arnaud: My states of mind are the consequence of the gap between what I would like the world to be – peaceful, intelligent, etc. – and what it is in actuality.
Arnaud: Who is Lina?
Cecily: A good friend of mine.
Arnaud: I have seen her in photographs. She is extraordinarily gorgeous. Is she weird, or desperately conventional?
Alexander: All male members of our race are DEAD TO ME.
Cecily: Your only recourse is to become a lesbian. Or a monk. Or both.
Alexander: I’ll be a lesbian insofar as I don’t have to see any tits.
Christopher: I do not know the word to which you refer, however, I did go to Oxford.
Alexander: One more love disappointment and I’m buying a miniature schnauzer, naming it Machiavelli, and calling it a day on dating.
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: 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.
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.
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