"Variety, my dear Marcello, variety! There is nothing like it.

If I were you, I would make some change, for your life must be growing monotonous, and besides, though I have not the least intention of reading you a lecture, you have really made your doings unnecessarily conspicuous of late.

The Paris chroniclers have talked about you enough for the present.

Don't you think so?
Yes, finish the bottle.

I always told you that champagne was good for you." Marcello filled his glass and sipped the wine before he answered.