Cecily: I’m still here. Living. I smell like wine though.
Alexander: Don’t we all.
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Cecily, on a Lacroix.
Cecily: I’ve met a Lacroix. He has an apartment in Brussels he’s not once slept in.
Alexander, on Portland.
Alexander: Zagat is still relevant here.
Alexander, on a life choice.
Alexander: I have abandoned any semblance of social activism for rampant hedonism and romantic individualism, as all my friends said I would.
Cecily, on gauche caviar.
Cecily: Being gauche caviar is so passé. I’ll take mine Beluga, and with no apologies, please.
Arnaud, on marriage.
Arnaud: I can’t get married. I am an autistic Sagittarian.
Cecily, on job titles.
Cecily: If I told you I were a “Moment Creator” would you think me pretentious as fuck?
Rahoul, on himself.
Rahoul: I am a very convenient human being.
Two friends, on work.
Cecily : What does she do?
Valentino: Nothing! She’s perfect!
Cecily, on the Brexit.
Cecily: As a European spirit whose citizenship has always been at odds with her heart, admin will not weary us, nor politics condemn.
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