Well, she wore far too much rouge last night, and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of desperation in a woman.
But there are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely - or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands.
It is better not to be different from one's fellows. The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world.
Lady Bracknell, I hate to seem inquisitive, but would you kindly inform me who I am?
Oh! talk to every woman as if you loved her and to every man as if he bored you, and at the end of your first season you will have the reputation of possessing the most perfect social tact.