Fleur: Don’t go to the wedding. There are religious people there. You don’t want to draw God’s attention to you. You’re in his blind spot. Stay that way.
relationships
Two friends, on Williamsburg.
Cecily: My evening was not fancy! I went to Williamsburg with a real estate agent, dear.
Raj: Some real estate agents are quite minted, dear.
Two friends, preparing for bad news.
Charles: I have disturbing news Cecily. Sit down if you aren’t already seated. Or sprawl out on an ottoman or something.
Cecily: I am sprawled. And I’m in the best place for bad news. I’m at the Plaza.
Charles, on hedonism.
Charles: Apparently your sense of smell and taste become dull with age. If that isn’t a ringing endorsement for unbridled hedonism, I don’t know what is.
Charles, to Cecily.
Charles: Am I your one “straighty-180” friend, or do you have a retinue of people that don’t exactly comprehend what you are?
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.
The men, on one thing for certain.
Maurice: Love is ephemeral.
Carlo: But we will always have sparkling water.
From one friend to another. Advice.
Carlo: Try to do some administration. Do not be too full of sentiment. You are like a rich man who does not know what to do with his money.
Cecily: But I am not rich!
Carlo: You are rich. You have two men in love with you.
On Cecily’s habit.
Carlo: How lips that love could pause to smoke, I do not understand.
Two friends, on matters many times counted.
Cecily: You have captured my heart.
Carlo: But you have so many hearts. Your seventh heart loves me, I think. Your third heart is reserved for someone you do not know yet.
Cecily: Only my third heart? Well, it could be very practical that way, to only take reservations for one section of a public garden.
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