Christopher: I do not know the word to which you refer, however, I did go to Oxford.
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Cecily, on a destructive kind of love.
Cecily: Just one day, I want to be on the train to Inverness and catch a man’s eye. We’d fall easily into a Lady Macbeth and Macbeth kind of love.
Cecily, on writing.
Cecily: I want to write postcards, not extended literature!
Two friends, on an orchestra.
Cecily: Yves went to inform his music teacher that he’s staying in Paris so he can be with me forever, instead of joining the Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra.
Charles: You have a responsibility to the global art world. Just drug him and put him on the Eurostar.
Elijah, on sadness.
Elijah: Sometimes sadness makes me very unhappy.
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 Italians, on the night sun.
Carlo: The night sun is good.
Nicolas: You’re looking at a gas heater.
Carlo: But it is a gift — bright and lovely.
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.
The men, on one thing for certain.
Maurice: Love is ephemeral.
Carlo: But we will always have sparkling water.
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.
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