March 30, 2010 | 0 Comments
Blair: There’s something about waking up on the morning of a fashion show, the smell of fresh pleats wafting through the city.
Blair: There’s something about waking up on the morning of a fashion show, the smell of fresh pleats wafting through the city.
Eleanor: Feed the masses, eat with the classes!
Chuck: What is this leech doing stuck to my hotel?
Dorota: Miss Blair, you have no friends. Even NYU minions very second-rate!
Eleanor: High-end has fallen on hard times. Mr. Conwell can put my line in over 5,000 retail locations.
Brandeis: Can I help you? Dorota: I am Dorota.
Dorota: Baby beat Dorota’s stomach like Lars from Metallica.
Eleanor: One of the things that makes Waldorf women so special is that they don’t fit in everywhere. Blair: I don’t feel like I fit in…
Rufus: This isn’t so bad, is it?
Nate: [to V] Two words for you. Role play.