Cecily: Did you know that in Nottingham ducks walk backwards?
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Rahoul, observing Raj.
Rahoul: That’s quite a nice colour combination. I mean, he’s wearing white this time of year, but aside from that…
Fleur, advising Cecily.
Fleur: Don’t go to the wedding. There are religious people there. You don’t want to draw God’s attention to you. You’re in his blind spot. Stay that way.
Cecily, on herself.
Cecily: I am not a brainstormer. I am a queen.
Two friends, on fat.
Raj: You don’t look fat in real life. And you don’t look fat in your photographs. And you don’t look fatter in your photographs than you do in real life. Are you satisfied with that?
Cecily: Does Dr. Seuss write non-rhyming prose?
Raj: I don’t know.
Two friends, on Williamsburg.
Cecily: My evening was not fancy! I went to Williamsburg with a real estate agent, dear.
Raj: Some real estate agents are quite minted, dear.
Charles, on hedonism.
Charles: Apparently your sense of smell and taste become dull with age. If that isn’t a ringing endorsement for unbridled hedonism, I don’t know what is.
Charles, to Cecily.
Charles: Am I your one “straighty-180” friend, or do you have a retinue of people that don’t exactly comprehend what you are?
Charles, on money.
Charles: I saw my psychiatrist. Didn’t help. Was more exhausting than anything. Nine cocktails would be a far better use of my money.
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