This just then, S and B committing a crime of fashion. Who doesn't love a five fingers discount, especially if one of those fingers is the middle one... Everyone knows you can't choose your family but you can choose you friends. And in a world ruled by bloodlines and bank accounts, it pays to have a pal. As much as a BFF can make you go WTF, there's no denying we'd all be a little less less rich without them. And Serena and Blair? They do best things better than anyone. No, that's not a tear in my eye, it's just allergies. Without you, I'm nothing. Gossip Girl

Gossip Girl

Jessica, shall we?

Nicholas

Sam: Jennifer Kim, that tiny North Korean spy who kicked Callen's ass?
Callen: That never gets old for you.
Sam: No.

Ava: Really? Jake's body isn't even cold yet and you're talking about getting his shares.
Gabi: I'm sorry he died, but some of us still have to make a living.
Ava: And some of us aren't living.

Mrs Green: There she is.
Rachel: Mom!
Mrs. Green: (Condescendingly) Sweetie! So this is where you work? Oh, it's wonderful! Is it a living room? Is it a restaurant? Who can tell? But I guess that's the fun.

So women in the 21st century dress like prostitutes, huh?

Rebekah

Patty: Well, having sex with that guy [Ray] is like doing coke. It's expensive, but you really want it, so you buy it and then you get this huge awesome rush.
Tanya: That's a good thing, right? A huge awesome rush.
Patty: But then you come down from your high and you're broke and you feel even lonelier and more pathetic than you did before and you wanna kill yourself.

Stark:How's that look?
Jarvis: Like a nest of spiders with very short legs.
Stark: That's good enough.

Charlie [about Jake at Evelyn's]: Oh, come on, he's not in any real danger.
Alan: Not physically, but you know as well as I do that Mom has the ability to say things that... stick with you.
Charlie: Yeah. Forever and ever. My favorite was, "They must have mixed you up with another baby 'cause I could never have given birth to such a hateful child." Who writes that on an fifth grader's birthday card?

Boy, you'd think you could trust a horde of Hungarian barbarians

Penny

Monica: Stick out your tongue!
Chandler: Take off your shirt!

Go, Elijah, and don't hold back.

Hayley