Penelope: Hey, Jenny.
Jenny: Hi.
Hazel: Are
you joining us?
Jenny: Um…
Blair: What
are you doing here?
Jenny: I was
just leaving.
Penelope:
No, stay. Blair, given you can barely manage your own messy affairs, surely you’re
not in a position to tell anyone where they can and can’t eat.
Blair: Do
you realize who you’re talking to?
Hazel: You
mean a self-righteous bithc who always sat on her own high horse judging
everyone else?
Penelope:
Pregnant little hypocrite.
Blair: Not
that it’s any of your business but I’m not pregnant.
Hazel: Nate
must be thrilled.
Penelope:
Chuck too.
Blair: What
are you talking about?
Hazel: The
whole school saw them throwing down over your cheap ass.
Penelope:
The boyfriend and the best friend?
Hazel:
Pretty classy.
Penelope:
Consider yourself dethroned, Queen B.
Blair:
Jenny. It is highly unlikely that I will ever forgive you for going to Nate,
but if you walk away from me now, I will also ruin you.
Jenny: How
are you gonna do that?
…
Blair: No,
thank you.
Woman: All
right.
Blair: I came
to congratulate you in person. You ruined my relationship with Nate, Serena,
all of my friends. Even little Jenny thinks she’s too good for me, so… bravo. Just
like you wanted. I have no one to turn to but you.
Chuck:
Actually you don’t even have me.
Blair:
Enough.
Chuck: I’ll
try to be more succinct. You held a certain fascination when you were
beautiful, delicate… and untouched. But now you’re like… one of the Arabians my
father used to own: rode hard and put away wet. I don’t want you anymore and I can’t
see why anyone else would.
…
Eleanor:
You okay?
Blair: I’d
be a lot better if I could spend a semester going to school in France.
Eleanor: A
semester? Well, I already talked to Harold about a visit and he was… he was
thrilled.
Blair: So
can I go?
Eleanor:
Now?
Blair: Mom,
please try.
Eleanor:
Blair, I am very concerned.
Blair: So
book a flight.
Eleanor: We’ll
get you out tomorrow.
Blair:
Thank you.
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