Dan: "Okay, I see your smaller point and will ask Serena to write me out of her blog launch thing. But the larger point is this. Hipsters are the only cohort in the history of humanity that are defined entirely in the negative. Even just by talking about them, you become one, and nobody who is one knows that they are one, because the definition of hipster is Somebody who likes the same things I do. It's this Groucho Marx virus of self-abnegation, and that's what you're talking about when you're talking about self-labeling that way. In ten years it won't matter, but right now we're standing at the transition from a Generation X definition of things into something else. It's part of the point of my generation that we say Yes to things, and we will, but we're coming out of a couple decades of Gen X, who only know how to say No. We're living in the middle of that mess, and the anxiety produced by a constant lust for authenticity at odds with a desperate fear of performing authenticity. So when you say things like Why can't you be seen to act on the ambition that you clearly have or You have always defined yourself as an outsider, you're pushing directly on that bruise. My identity is about denying my own identity. Either get on board, or stop yelling at me."
Dan: "Serena, could you leave me out of your blog? At least in terms of the present day? It's just that you're an embarrassment to me."
Serena: "You realize, do you not, that you are the entire lynchpin not only of the article but also of my romantic existence?"
Dan: "It's just because I perform authenticity in ways that won't ever let you forget it. Don't worry about it. Think of me as Vanessa Abrams, boy flavor."
Serena: "Okay, so this about your second book continuing your Outsider status. Marketing. You know, I kind of thought that if I became GOOSIP Girl you guys would stop fucking me over in precisely this way. Anyway, Nate already fucked me on this."
Dan: "Let's get back to what's more important than your pretend career of the moment."
Serena: "Which is?"
Dan: "My pretend career of the moment."
Dan: "We can still pretend to date, but just in front of Blair's various boyfriends."
Blair: "Sometimes I talk about macarons for hours at a time."
Beatrice: "But if we lived in Paris we could eat Ladurée macarons whenever we wanted, and drink crème fraîche from fountains throughout the city. New York is balls."
Blair: "I am not having this motherfucking fight with you again. Also, we are standing outside the same exact fucking store you have in Paris. Also, Chuck is over there spying on us."