Will: "Celeste, you're a litigator. Why are you at the Criminal Law mixer?"
Celeste: "I like criminal. The men are so... straight."
The fact that she believes this is either further proof that she's crazy, or she's talking strictly about prosecution, but either way I'm so sure. Anyway, they talk about work for like one second, and then she does her usual thing of suddenly turning it up to eleven out of nowhere, t-boning the conversation where it stands and giving him the full Serrano. Which never comes with a warning.
Celeste: "Do you know what it means to feed the rat, Will? You can live your sweet little domesticated life. You can date your cute little apple-cheeked lawyer..."
Will: "-- 'Apple-cheeked'?"
Celeste: "But eventually, you have to feed the rat. Return to the wild."
Will: "Rrrright, because you're fucking crazy. I don't know how I manage to forget that three times in every conversation, but you sure are quick to remind me."
Celeste: "You need to feed the rat, Will. You are killing yourself trying to be normal."
Will: "I am normal."
Interesting, no? I think there is a rat and I think it's large, but I also think that people do change. Never as much as they say they do, because life in part is a story that we're telling everybody else, but still. So the question is always, "Are you just being really enthusiastic, or was this a legitimate epiphany? Will you still be 'normal' tomorrow? Does this stick this time?"
And that's a compelling thing to wonder, because you have to love them either way, but sometimes seeing somebody fool himself or herself makes you feel the grossest of all, like you're seeing something you shouldn't be seeing. Some embarrassing thing they didn't even know you caught a glimpse of, because they're still believing whatever story they're trying to tell. I hate that so, so much.
THINGS GET WORSE
Celeste: "Oh, Mr. Florrick! Hi! Big fan! I came here especially hoping to bump into you!"
Peter: "Well, that's a horrible thing to say to a person."
Celeste: "I think you know Will Gardner?"
Peter & Will: Friendly noises. Man noises. Throat-clearing, Batman-growling noises.
Celeste: "You two have so much in common, don't you?"
Peter & Will: Suspicious and queasy.
Celeste: "Will and I worked at the same firm, and dated. My first threesome was with Will!"
Peter & Will: "Yes, that's the most appalling thing you could've said."