Justine: You want to meet on the terrace, and sip wine, the three of us?
Claire: It would make me happy.
Justine: Do you know what I think of your plan?
Claire: No. I was hoping that you might like it.
Justine: I think it’s a piece of shit.
Claire: Please, Justine. I just want it to be nice…
Justine: Nice? Why don’t we meet on the fucking toilet?
Claire: Fine, then – let’s not…
Justine: You’re damn right let’s not!
Claire: I really hate you sometimes.