"No, he was kind of a dick actually. I'm not glad that riptide pulled him out into the harbor? But I can't say we were overwhelmed by bouquets and casseroles from neighborhood well-wishers. He was fine. He had a lot of really irritating habits that we always just sort of blamed on... Well, on you guys. That's so funny! Anyway, this has been great."

Blair meets her elevator and Chuck is standing there, holding peonies. Her favorite. He doesn't leave the elevator, just holds them out past the door. She takes them, and stares at them. "I'm sorry. I screwed up." Blair can't meet his eyes at first; she can barely move at all. "It's too late, Chuck. I have stood by you through all of this, but I can't watch you self-destruct any longer." Chuck swears Jack set him up, holding the elevator door open with one elbow, pleading with his entire body. "There's no one to blame but yourself. I believed in you. Your father believed in you. You... Are the only one who didn't." It's a story she's telling herself, too; it's always been a story she was telling herself. Fitting all those broken edges and rough angles into the shape of it, no matter what he did. What did he say? Time to let go of the illusions? That's today.

"All I wanted to do was... Just be there? But today when you called me your wife..." -- he feels bad, knowing that was the breaking point -- "...You made it sound like the ugliest word in the world." He steps forward, watching her face, wanting to reach out and touch it, begging for her. She breathes, and pushes him back across the line. "I'm sorry, but I'm done." He steps back, and the doors close: she throws the peonies at his feet, and he stares at nothing.

J: did you talk to grandpa S?
D: no bcause shes being nuts -- did u know shes not even mad about me lying? she said she understood it because i was keeping a promise
J: makes sense
D: WOMEN! i dont get it
J: whatever lets play boggle or watch showgirls
D: i already watched showgirls so lets play boggle
J: that actually sounds fun
D: of all the humphreys in the world we are the motherfuckin humphriest
J: and we dont even know it
S: knock knock dumbo family its me and Eric ok! lol
J: grandpa Serena!

D: ...so i kept lying and lying and it was so sad!
S: i know? i was there?
D: it was a secret! I was sad!
S: fine, what was your problem
D: i want to still be your boyfriend, grandpa!
S: ok thats what i was thinking too

S: "...There's gotta be some kind of precedent for this, right?"
D: "Yeah! ...In literature! Toni Morrison maybe? Flannery O'Connor! The Russian aristocrats, before they all became hemophiliacs..."
S: Also Clueless, you pointless dork.