Evelyn: I prescribe... the Hamptons! We’ll stay at Tim’s. I have keys.
Patrick: To Tim Price’s house?
Evelyn: Yeah, well, it’s just sitting there, Patrick. I’ll book us a helicopter.
Patrick: As in an aircraft?
Evelyn: Oh, Patrick. What would you have us do, rent a Volvo? Ha!
Evelyn:
We’ll go for a bike ride
We’ll head to the beach
If you bring the Prosecco
I’ll bring the peach
Behind the hedges
There down the lane
They’re playing badminton
It’s a dangerous game, dangerous game
But everything’s glowing
All is sublime
At the end of an island
Summertime
Patrick:
Everything’s glowing
All is sublime
At the end of an island
Summertime
We jog and go windsurfing.
We talk about romantic things like the moonrise in October over the hills of Virginia.
We take bubble baths in Tim’s big marble tub.
Go skinny-dipping in the ocean.
Snuggle under cashmere blankets.
But something is off.
One morning, while picking up croissants at Dean and Deluca’s in town, I swear to ****ing Christ I see Tim Price staring at me.
But no, it’s- it’s only me, my reflection.
Evelyn: At the garden party, Madras and stripes
Patrick: This place is infested with familiar types
Evelyn: Some wearing loafers, some espadrilles
Patrick: Get me a vodka, pass me the pills
Everything’s glowing
All is sublime
At the end of an island
Summertime
There’s only one problem
I’m losing my mind
At the end of an island
Summertime
We like it like this
We have hard bodies
There’s a great new class
It’s called Pilates
We like it like this
We’re tan and smooth
We smell so good
Lotions reused