Sebastian: You spend all your time preaching about waiting for love. Well here it is. Right in front of you, and you're going to turn your back on it. So I guess we're just f*ucked. I'll move on. But you are going to have to live the rest of your life knowing that you've turned your back on love. And that makes you a hypocrite. Have a nice life.
Kathryn: My advice is to sleep with as many people as possible.
Cecile: But that would make me a slut, wouldn't it?
Kathryn: Cecile, everybody does it; it's just that nobody talks about it.
Cecile: So, it's like a secret society?
Kathryn: That's one way looking at it.
[under her breath]
Kathryn: Fucking idiot...
Sebastian: What shall we toast to?
Kathryn: To my triumph.
Sebastian: It's not my choice of toast, but it's your call. To your triumph over Annette.
Sebastian: What's so funny?
Kathryn: Silly rabbit. My triumph isn't over her. It's over you.
Sebastian: Come again?
Kathryn: You were very much in love with her. And you're still in love with her. But it amused me to make you ashamed of it. You gave up on the first person you ever loved because I threatened your reputation. Don't you get it? You're just a toy, Sebastian. A little toy I like to play with. And now you've completely blown it with her. I think it's the saddest thing I've ever heard.
Kathryn: Tastes good. So I assume you've come here to make arrangements, but unfortunately, I don't fuck losers.
Kathryn: Eat me, Sebastian. It's okay for guys like you and Court to fuck everyone but when I do it, I get dumped for innocent little twits like Cecile. God forbid I exude confidence and enjoy sex. Do you think I relish the fact that I have to act like Mary Sunshine 24/7 so I can be considered a lady? I'm the Marcia fucking Brady of the Upper East Side, and sometimes I want to kill myself. So there's your psychoanalysis, Dr. Freud. Now tell me are you in, or are you out?
Sebastian: Dear Annette, I don't know what I could possibly say that would rectify the harm I've caused you. The truth of the matter is that being with you was the only time I have ever been happy. My whole life has been a joke. I prided myself on taking joy in others' misery. Well, it finally backfired. I succeed in hurting the first person I ever loved. Enclosed is my most prized possession. My journal. For a long time I considered it my trophy. A sordid collection of my conquests. If you really want to know the truth than please read it. No more lies. Please give me another chance. I'm a wreck without you.