B, what's wrong? I thought you were having fun. I am. The best...
Serena: B, what's wrong? I thought you were having fun.
Blair: I am. The best. But all summer I've been sitting in front of my favorite Manet and reading Colette in the park. Hoping that I'll lock eyes with somebody who's doing the same thing as me. Or feeling the same thing as I am.
Serena: Really romantic.
Blair: But alas, not effective. For all my efforts I'm heading back home with a Chuck-sized cloud above my head.
Serena: So what does it say about Chuck?
Blair: I couldn't be less interested. Serena gives her a look. No new posts. He's been MIA since he left town this spring.
Serena: What does it say about us?
Blair: "Ooh la la! Paris is burning and Serena and Blair lit the match." Of course your flame is hotter than mine. Everyone knows that the only guy who's been in my pants all summer is the tailor at Pierre Balmain.
Serena: And whose fault is that? B, just as many guys have flirted with you. I just happen to have a thing for French waiters.
Blair: And bartenders. And museum docents. Anyone on a Vespa or bicycle. Or wearing Zadig & Voltaire.
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Serena: Blair what are you doing? We said we wouldn't check Gossip Girl all summer.
Blair: Summer's almost over.
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