Alexander: And my semi-obscure French word for June is rightfully, in my opinion anyway, “frisson”.
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Two friends, on budgets.
Cecily: Raj says my version of being on a budget is purchasing a €20,000 dress for €2,000.
Ohan: That is a great deal. Especially if you can sell it for €10,000.
Cecily: The problem is, I get attached to things. Especially things I have acquired through good deals. I feel it in my soul. In my blood. The deal-making. I am my mother’s daughter.
Ohan: Which part of your blood makes you not sell?
Cecily: The Cecily part.
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.
Carlo, on the difference between Rome and Paris.
Carlo: You know it’s a civilisation if they cut the watermelon. We are living amongst barbarians.
Raj to Cecily, on her version of work.
Raj: All you are doing is walking down the street saying hello to people, in the mornings, in the afternoons and in the evenings. You are not a socialite. Socialites do not wave to waiters.
An uncle and a niece, on salsa.
Maurice: I do not like dancing when couples are indecently making love on stage.
Cecily: I do.
Maurice: You like to show off. For me, love is somewhere over a cliff with the stars and the moonshine and wolves howling all around.
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