Cecily: Cecily doesn’t drive, Ishmael.
Ishmael: She is driven.
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Alexander, on true love.
Alexander: I sat next to Slavoj Žižek’s more attractive doppelgänger on the bus today. In that moment I truly knew what it is to love a man.
Cecily, on a Lacroix.
Cecily: I’ve met a Lacroix. He has an apartment in Brussels he’s not once slept in.
Arnaud, on marriage.
Arnaud: I can’t get married. I am an autistic Sagittarian.
Two friends, on work.
Cecily : What does she do?
Valentino: Nothing! She’s perfect!
Two friends on movements.
Raj: Hippies were a real counter culture. They were a movement against something.
Cecily: And hipsters are simply trying to move the world towards typewriters.
Alexander, on June.
Alexander: And my semi-obscure French word for June is rightfully, in my opinion anyway, “frisson”.
Cecily, on Nicolas.
Cecily: Why Nicolas, you’re looking incredibly Bogart today. You’re practically coffee stained and singed around the edges.
Two friends, on Tinder.
Arnaud: I won’t go back on Tinder. How could I say “Hi, I’m Arnaud. I see a psychiatrist and a magnetist !” ?
Cecily: Instead, tell everyone you see dead people. Way cooler. Vintage ’90s.
Jonathan, on Cecily.
Jonathan: I wonder if sometimes I am the mermaid and you are the argonaut.
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