The Blair (B)itch Project - s01e14 - Blair

The Blair (B)itch Project - s01e14 - Blair by thegossiplook featuring silk tops

All: Surprise!

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?

Blair: Okay.

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.

Jenny: Dad…

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.