It’s all just a bit of fun, isn’t it? Men. Husbands, sex. Mistresses. Deceit. Succession. It’s currency. That’s all we are. I like nice things that are simple, ordinary. But things that are real.[to Maggie]
I’m prepared for my future as a face on a coin to be passed from hand to hand.
I’m a magnet for madness. Other people’s madness.
I missed your soufflé. It would’ve only been wasted on me, anyway.[to Darren]
I don’t want anyone to die for me.[to Gregory]
Everything looks different. Except the scarecrow.
