Lily: "I brought you a covered dish. It is salad, I made too much salad so I schlepped it over."
Lily: "Okay, I had it delivered."
Lily: "What, it's a generous serving. I found myself in the neighborhood."
Rufus: "Lily, did you order that salad to be delivered to your apartment on the Upper East Side and then bring it all the way here in a towncar just to make sure I don't get scurvy?"
Lily: "No, I also came because I am drunk. Drinking alone makes me morose and being morose makes me think of you, and now I am here."
Rufus: "You need to apologize for what you did to that girl. Not to her, of course. I need a personal apology, because it hurt my tender feelings."
Lily: "How about I sell the apartment -- the one that is tied up in a probate case and now another civil one, but whatever -- and we get a home that makes sense for us both? It can have a shoe closet and necklace gallery of huge necklaces... But also a room for jam sessions, and sad old dreams."
Rufus: "Sold! Literally and figuratively."
Serena: "Let me clear some of these dead leaves and unidentifiable bones so you can sit down and tell me all about your audition!"
Lola: "Here's the thing. Gossip Girl hasn't said anything about me since I became It, but now on my biggest day? And with a warped quote of something I only said once, to you, an hour ago?"
Serena: "Guess she's not so 'irrelevant' after all, huh?"
Lola's Face: "Bitch, are you for real right now?"
Serena: "Well, I sure hope she doesn't come after your future dreams. And my condolences on this and any future crushing disappointments she may engineer."
Lola's Face: "Come on, are you kidding me with this shit?"
Serena: "It is a generous serving, I'll admit."