the daily mails

Two friends, on locality.

Arnaud: We are far away from the heart of Paris.

Cecily: Where is the heart of Paris?

Arnaud: It is where you live of course. Actually, no, you live between the Panthéon and Saint Germain — Paris’ brain. And I… I live on rue de Sèvres… in Paris’ wallet.

Two friends, on anchor’s aweigh.

Cecily: Yves just told me he may take a post in the symphony in Amsterdam. If he does, he leaves next week.

Charles: That’s a decidedly refined take on the old man-off-to-war story;”Cecily, I must serve in the orchestra in Amsterdam. I ship off tomorrow”.

Two friends, on vernacular.

Vinnie: You’re gay (that’s the expression Americans use when they cannot comprehend something).

Cecily: You’re straight (that’s the expression we queens use when we know exactly how to describe somebody).

Two friends, on loving once.

Nino: I should not have hesitated with you.

Cecily: We weren’t right to be together forever. You know it. But we will always be something special. You know that too.

Nino: What do you think could have been wrong?

Cecily: We’re maybe both butterflies. And we seek plants to settle with. Not other butterflies.

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.

Two strangers, on life.

Yann: You cannot be real. I bet you’re a spam cyborg.

Cecily: I am certainly a cyborg, but not a spam one. Are you one of “us”?

Yann: I… I’m not sure… I travel around the world, looking for answers. I hope to eventually find out who I am. 

Cecily: You’ll probably find you’re human. That would be the best end.