GossipGirl:
Summer tip number two-- there's no "we" in summer, only "u"
and "me." Find out where you stand before you
find yourself stood up.
Anyone can canoodle in July
and August, but will he be gone by September?
Blair: So
what's next?
Marcus: I
was thinking breakfast—a little french toast, some coffee.
Blair: No. I
mean, since you don't go to Princeton or Georgetown, I assume you're not headed back to college. So where are you headed? Are
you staying here?
Marcus: Would
it be too forward of me to say I'll go wherever you go?
Blair: I'd
be honored, Milord.
Marcus: Blair,
you don't have to call me that. In fact, you shouldn't--
Blair: I know. Don't worry. I was up all
night reading "Debrett's Peerage." I'm well versed in your lordly
ways, and I'm ready to meet the Queen, which I also watched on dvd, b.t.w.
Marcus: Well,
I can see that you are quite prepared.
…
Blair: As you've probably guessed, I have
to get back to the city. Senior year awaits.
Marcus: Mm.
Let me think. A beautiful girl, autumn in New York. Well, I think I could find
some
way to
entertain myself.
Blair: Really?
Marcus: Absolutely.
My family will be glad I'm staying in one place for a while.
Blair: Oh, your family. I'd love to meet the Duke and Duchess.
Marcus: Duchess.
right. W-well, we'll see.
Blair: Will
you excuse me for a moment? Things are going south with Lord Marcus.
Serena: Who's
Lord Marcus?
Blair: James. It turns out that he was only pretending to be
a commoner. It's like "Roman Holiday,"
only I'm Gregory Peck, and he's Audrey Hepburn.
Serena: Oh,
suddenly it's all so clear.
Blair: He's
not really a college student. He's a Lord, and I love him.
Serena: Okay, I'm gonna take your word for it, but, Blair, love?
Blair: Like,
very much. And not just because Tom Hanks gave him a kleenex at Lady D's funeral.
Serena: And
you really expect me to believe this isn't all about revenge on Chuck?
Blair: Revenge
is so 12 hours ago, and just because Marcus happens to be the perfect post-Bass
Palate
cleanser doesn't mean he isn't a delicious dish in his own right.
Serena: Okay,
so it sounds like you guys are soul mates. What exactly is the problem?
Blair: He's being vague about the future.
…
Chuck: Marcus. Hey.
Marcus: Hello,
Chuck.
Chuck: I
was just getting something to eat. Do you mind if I join you?
Marcus: I
do, yes. Uh, I'm dining with Blair. And I feel I should tell you, I know you
two have a history.
Chuck: Around here, who doesn't? but you're
with Blair now. I get that. There's no reason we can't be civil. After all,
isn't that a trait your people pride themselves on?
Marcus: Right.
Well, for England then.
Chuck: Shall
we?
Marcus: We
shall.
...
Serena: Wait,
you just found out this guy's real identity. I think it's a little soon to be worrying
about the rest of your lives.
Blair: But
not the rest of the year. It's the season for flings-- tennis pros and townies.
I'm his secret summer shame.
Serena: Blair Waldorf--a fling?
Hmm. you're not exactly
low maintenance.
Blair: Speaking
of, where were you last night? Did the lifeguard turn up at the party, or did
you find another disposable?
Serena: Uh,
sorry, Blair. I have to go.
Blair: Wait.
Serena!
...
Chuck: And
that's me.
Marcus: Fantastic.
I'll call you.
Chuck: Please. And, uh...
Blair: Chuck, what are you doing in my
chair?
Marcus: Oh,
we've got a date to play squash at Chuck's father's club.
Blair: Charles,
sidebar.
Chuck: Actually,
we weren't finished.
Blair: Notice
how my voice didn't go up at the end? Not a question. Squash? I'll
squash you.
Chuck: It's
just a game, Blair.
Blair: Not
to me, Bass-hole. I like him.
Chuck: And
so do I, and apparently, he doesn't have too many friends.
Blair: Chuck
just informed me that he and Serena are leaving immediately. Do you think I
could catch a ride back into town with you?
Marcus: Of
course.
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