Cecily: Cecily doesn’t drive, Ishmael.
Ishmael: She is driven.
Cecily: Cecily doesn’t drive, Ishmael.
Ishmael: She is driven.
Alexander: I’d love to try being gluten free at some point, but during this chapter of my life, I’m quite content having an extra three kilos and a perpetual cloud of shame hanging about my head.
Cecily: I choose my sweet potatoes for their aesthetic merit.
Raj: Hippies were a real counter culture. They were a movement against something.
Cecily: And hipsters are simply trying to move the world towards typewriters.
Alexander: And my semi-obscure French word for June is rightfully, in my opinion anyway, “frisson”.
Cecily: Why Nicolas, you’re looking incredibly Bogart today. You’re practically coffee stained and singed around the edges.
Cecily: I am a Creative Strategist. I may not save lives, but I sure as hell guarantee the emotional wellbeing of aesthetes.
Rahoul: A female is in the place. She must be mounted.
Inès: You just have to meet Tatiana. She’s the kind of girl that wherever she goes, she has a birdbath full of blow.
Cecily: Annie may already be falling for you.
Rahoul: She has. What are you talking about? This is Rahoul; the dragon speaks, the lamb falls.