Charles: Has my parcel arrived?
Cecily: It has not. Believe me, when it does, you will know about it. I will be so excited.
Charles: But you don’t even know what it is yet.
Cecily: I assume you only ever gift great books and letters.
Charles: Not untrue.
Cecily: I just drink until I’m happy and then compulsively thereafter.
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.
Alexander: Queen.
Cecily: I knew he’d be special when we first met. I catalysed it. I saw him order a margarita and ordered the same, because I knew that way he’d talk to me. He still thinks it was more serendipity than strategy, but who am I to sap away that rare magic?
Vinnie: Give me a unicorn and I’ll sell it to a boucherie.
Vinnie: You’re gay (that’s the expression Americans use when they cannot comprehend something).
Cecily: You’re straight (that’s the expression we queens use when we know exactly how to describe somebody).
Cecily: The aim of beauty is to keep the populace hypnotised, (hence desperate to be led to safety), by the menacing wit of Wintours and other robots, manufactured upon polished skin and cigarettes. This world, all of it imaginary, is what we like best, for it is a reincarnation of the picture books we suckled at in our youth. In a world where the wild things are real, it’s all the better to see them cloaked in glitter.
Alexander: I doubt anyone with an IQ that qualifies them as even marginally better than brain dead could find happiness in the Côte d’Azur.
Nino: I should not have hesitated with you.
Cecily: We weren’t right to be together forever. You know it. But we will always be something special. You know that too.
Nino: What do you think could have been wrong?
Cecily: We’re maybe both butterflies. And we seek plants to settle with. Not other butterflies.
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