Charles: Don’t you love to think about things at McDonald’s? Paris is a movable feast, just like the double cheeseburger.
sex
Two Italians, on a natural woman.
Nicolas: She does not look natural!
Carlo: Sometimes it is good to have women who are natural, sometimes it is better to have women who ignore the whole concept.
Two Italians, on harems.
Carlo: Nicolas, you should have a harem of men like Cecily.
Nicolas: No. I have one woman per night and then she leaves.
Carlo: But really, that’s a kind of harem.
Nicolas: It’s not! I don’t ever intend to keep my women.
Two friends, on denouement.
Cecily: I’m hungry all the time. I don’t know why. I want a big bowl of pasta.
Charles: Please don’t be with child. Movies end with marriage and childbirth because nothing happens thereafter.
Cecily, on dating.
Cecily: The problem is, I date like a man. And men like the company of other men. In dresses.
Cecily, on Mr. Right.
Cecily: Mr. Right is always right for a few weeks. Right now there are four Mr. Not-quite-right-but-good-for-winter-nights types.
Noah, on Cecily’s head.
Noah: Do you always wear something on your head? What does Freud have to say about that?
Alexander, on necessary traits.
Alexander: I’m increasingly infatuated with a lumbersexual. He’s really into metaphysics and is a licensed massage therapist. Pseudo-profundity and deft hands are the only traits I require in a man at this particular moment.
Alexander, on the Côte d’Azur.
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.
Cecily, on expectations.
Cecily: I crumble when people expect too much from me romantically. But then, to an extent, I expect much of them. And the symmetry cripples us both, until all we can do is make out at the movies and try to forget we can’t really make eye contact for fear of not being or being in love.
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