November 30, 2009 | 0 Comments
Serena: Tripp, what are you doing here? Tripp: You wouldn’t return my calls. Serena: So you’re stalking me now? Tripp: Yes Serena. I’m…
Serena: Tripp, what are you doing here? Tripp: You wouldn’t return my calls. Serena: So you’re stalking me now? Tripp: Yes Serena. I’m…
Vanessa: Sorry for unloading, but I haven’t had anyone to vent to since Olivia left to do Bitches of Eastwick. Have you heard from her?…
Tripp: Maureen orchestrated a fraud. If you walked out the door this second it wouldn’t change a thing. But I hope you won’t. Serena: I…
Nate: [to Dan] I told you this would end badly. Threesomes, man. Don’t believe the hype.
Nate: Oh my God. This is NOT your next story for the New Yorker. I’m sending it out to an entirely different magazine. Dan: Oh thanks….
Chuck: Your holiday paranoia knows no bounds. Blair: Precedence is not paranoia.
Blair: [to Dorota] Hello is the word you’re looking for.
Jenny: He gave six girls from Nightingale gonorrhea of the throat last year.
Blair: I don’t converse with liars or Lewinskys.
Nate: Affairs with married people, threesomes, it just so happens everyone’s problems are within my area of expertise.