Cecily: My darling, wrapped in white robes and white sheets and colourful dreams, I am one day closer to seeing you again.
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Cecily, on herself.
Cecily: Horizontal mobility would suit me just as well as upward mobility in this life. I have already reached a level of refinement and class unrivalled, and now I seek to enrich my experience, broadly and without apology.
Two friends, waiting by the phone.
Cecily: You offended the hell out of her. Why do you think she is going to call you back?
Maurice: Because I believe in miracles.
Two friends, on Paris.
Alexander: What I need is to return to Paris and find a husband.
Cecily: Paris is Paris. Even if you don’t find love, it’s the best place on earth to experience loneliness.
Cecily, on “Frederic”.
Cecily: We called him Frederic for two hours before we realised that it was not his name. A twenty two year-old comedian with a provincial French accent, he slithered up to us when we were all eyes-peeled for benefactors, and poised to target men with Berlutti shoes. I use the word “slithered” a little callously. But slippery, young, money-hungry women look more like goddesses than snakes, and poor French boys looking for a little love lust can at times be scrawny and clothed in snake green. Frederic was.
Two friends, on love.
Alexander: Love is an illusion, death is inevitable.
Cecily: Love is not an illusion. Marriage is inevitable. I will be happy.
Alexander: The very existence of love, or indeed any sentiment, is questionable. Marriage is a social construct. Happiness is rampant hedonism.
Two friends, on reputation.
Cecily: I looked for you today at your Couleur Café.
Arnaud: Couleur Café isn’t my café anymore. Some rumours about me were born in that hellish place.
Cecily: I have had many rumours spread about me throughout Paris. Lights, camera, scandal! In fact, the staff at Le Meurice told a man I was courting that I was a high class escort.
Arnaud: People!
Cecily: Well, it’s expected in Paris. I kill them with my kindness and my charm.
Arnaud: You should consider swords.
Cecily: Sometimes my kindness comes off too flirtatious though…
Arnaud: Oh, I see. “I am not a hooker. I would like you to invite me to Arpège for dinner to explain it all”.
Alexander to Cecily, on pending solutions.
Alexander: I will offer tentative solutions to all of your problems once I’m not so défoncé.
Two cousins, on zones.
Cecily: I’m in the “get fit” zone in preparation for the eventual “wedding zone”.
Felicia: What does that involve?
Cecily: My wedding? Vows and a white dress and great catering.
Carlo, on lovers.
Carlo: People who are in love are always right.
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