Cecily and Anastasia: I love my husband.
sex and the city
Alexander, on a dream bathroom.
Alexander: Archaic French plumbing is only as irksome as you allow it to be.
Two friends, on escrow.
Cecily: Guess. What.
Alexander: I would not know where to begin. But, given your house hunt, might I be speaking with a woman in escrow?
Alexander, on the world wide web.
Alexander: I’m thinking of taking a break from the nonessential internet. It’s wreaking havoc with my blood pressure.
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.
Two friends, on lipstick.
Cecily: Every one of my white clothes is now ruined thanks to a lipstick that weaselled its way into my washing machine.
Alexander: Was the lipstick at the very least Saint Laurent?
Cecily, on being a Radiant Orchid.
Cecily: I’m rebranding all of the job titles at my agency after Pantone colours. Mine is “Radiant Orchid”.
Cecily, on job titles.
Cecily: If I told you I were a “Moment Creator” would you think me pretentious as fuck?
Two friends, on work.
Cecily : What does she do?
Valentino: Nothing! She’s perfect!
Two friends, on family
Cecily: My father arrives in Paris tomorrow.
Alexander: I will pray for you, to whatever agnostic force exists in the beyond.
Cecily: You need not do that. My father is lovely.
Alexander: Oh really? I thought you too suffered from a case of « batshit family ».
Cecily: I do have a batshit family, but probably not in your sense. We’re high-functioning on the bad-shit spectrum.
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