Cecily: I’m still here. Living. I smell like wine though.
Alexander: Don’t we all.
wine
Two friends, on the virtues of wine.
Cecily: Jesus converted water into wine!
Arnaud: And did he drink it?
Two friends, on being sober.
Arnaud: You are sober?
Cecily: Yes.
Arnaud: And the world is still colourful?
Cecily: Very much so.
Arnaud: Was it an accident, your sobriety?
Two friends, on the balm of wine.
Charles: Paris has given me an unshakeable malaise.
Cecily: You need a tasting flight and some fromage, tout de suite.
Cecily, on Saturday plans.
Cecily: I wish to smoke in a beautiful garden.
Two friends, in the morning.
Cecily: I apologise for my atrocious behaviour last night. I should pray and drink a bunch of grapefruit juice for my sins.
Edward: Make it papaya juice. The drink of the creative polymath.
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