It's like Roman Holiday but I'm Gregory Peck and he's Audrey Hepburn!

I thought you were just a callow social-climbing former swimsuit model who married above her station and was enslaved by her own insecurities.

Notice how my voice didn't go up at the end? Not a question.

Blair: Your plan to ruin me totally backfired. Turns out Marcus' mommy is even sicker than you are.
Chuck: You got along great?
Blair: I think she recognized herself in me. Or rather, I recognized something in her.
Chuck: I don't follow.
Blair: All you need to know is, you lost. It was a solid effort.
Chuck: Tomorrow's another day.
Blair: Good night, Chuck.

[sees Nate and Catherine on the floor] Oh my effing God!

Serena: This is you. Just be yourself!
Blair: [after being humiliated by Catherine] She made Waldorf rhyme with Spears! I may as well have gone commando and held my party at Nyla's Burger Basket.
Serena: Fine. While you stand here and feel sorry for yourself and denigrate the fine people of Kentwood, I'm gonna go find Dan.

This party's a complete bust. My whole life's a bust.

Blair: I know you're here with Chuck, and I can only imagine what he said about me. Limo sex, social torture, freshmen, blackmail. But I assure you, there's an explanation for all of it.
Catherine: Save your breath, Blair. Chuck didn't tell me a thing.
Blair: He didn't.
Catherine: I told him it didn't make any difference to me, because ... despite your best efforts, which are completely transparent, by the way, Marcus will never end up with a lowly Waldorf.

Duchess? I'm so sorry, for what I said about the botox. Your work is flawless.

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