Justine: You want us to gather on your terrace to sing a song, have a glass of wine? The three of us?
Claire: Yes. That would make me happy.
Justine: You know what I think of your plan?
Claire: No. I was hoping that you might like it.
Justine: I think that it’s a piece of shit.
Claire: Justine, please. I just want it to be nice.
Justine: Nice? Why don’t we meet on the fucking toilet?
Claire: Then let’s not.
Justine: You’re damn right let’s not.