Thursday, 29 December 2011
The Blair (B)itch Project - s01e14 - Blair
The Blair (B)itch Project - s01e14 - Blair by thegossiplook featuring silk tops
Rufus: Happy birthday, Jenny.
Jenny: Dad, I can’t believe you did all this. And Blair’s here. This is so great that all of you are here. In my house. I should go change.
Rufus: You got it?
Isabel: I don’t think she was surprised.
Hazel: What’s Blair doing here?
Laurel: I don’t know. This party’s kind of weird.
Hazel: Weird? It’s time for its introduction to the birthday hall of lame.
Penelope: So not what I pictured the guy on the phone about the loft party. Can’t believe we gave up our table for this. Mint mojitos at Socialista. Mint milanos with Jenny’s dad.
Isabel: He’s kind of a hottie.
Penelope: Yeah, a hottie dad.
Hazel: How long do we have to stay?
Blair: Rice krispie treats?
Jenny: Please? Dad, just get out, okay I need to change!
Rufus: Honey, can’t you tell me what’s going on?
Jenny: Nothing, just leave!
Rufus: Are you crying? Are you upset about the party?
Jenny: No, can we talk about this later, okay? I really just need to get out of this dress. It’s stuck!
Rufus: Okay, all right.
Jenny: Just help me, okay? Help me get it off.
Rufus: Honey, you need to calm down.
Jenny: No, hurry up. Did you get it?
Rufus: I need a pair of pliers.
Laurel: Sorry, sorry. We were just looking for our wraps.
Jenny: I’ll get them.
Hazel: Oh my god. That’s my mom’s dress.
Jenny: No, you guys. I got this at resurrection. Remember, I was telling you about the really great dress I bought?
Penelope: Her mother’s one-of-a-kind Valentino that just happened to disappear from her closet.
Jenny: She must have given it away, forgotten or something.
Rufus: Are you calling my daughter a thief?
Blair: Excuse me. This feels private, so I’m gonna head out now. I have a table at Butter. Reservation’s under Waldorf, in case there’s an after party.
GossipGirl: Spotted: Jenny in a red dress with the red hands to match. Looks like other disgrace is the name on the label.
Waitress: There’s a line outside. You ready to give up your table yet?
Blair: No. My party’s coming. They’re coming!
Penelope: These seats taken?
GossipGirl: Any good general knows you never let your soldiers see you sweat. Looks like this battle’s ending at Butter and the win belongs to B. Victory is sweet.
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