Georgina: "It's me! Georgina Sparks!"
Everybody: "Why?"
Georgina: "No reason! Georgina out!"

Serena: Drops her giant purse. All technology comes flying out of it like a Best Buy cornucopia.
Georgina: "Like a technological horn of plenty!"
Serena: "I guess this means the video thing was my fault."
Everybody: Cares.

PRADA

Rufus: "Lily, I'm sorry I didn't spill the beans for five whole minutes."
Lily: "This isn't my first rodeo with you, I know better than to expect anything other than you ruining everything. Plus, neither of us care about Blair at all, so it's not a huge deal."
Rufus: "Oh, like Eleanor does?"
Lily: "Well, at least you told her their exact location, so that once again everybody on this entire show except us can be in one stressful location."
Lola: "Hi, I'm the only employee of that caterer-slash-flower delivery service you called to ask if I could steal some shit from somebody else's wedding."

Lily: "You look like the kind of girl that should have Nate Archibald whored out to you."
Lola: "The coincidences. They accrete."

HOTEL

Everybody: "Serena! It was you that sent that thing to the thing?"
Serena: "I guess so."
Blair: "Yet again you conspire to ruin my life!"
Serena: "I feel like running away with Dan was your way of hurting me."
Blair: "We are a couple of self-centered bitches."

Sophie: "I am also here! You're not going to any Republic, Dominican or otherwise!"
Blair: "What's this now. Today is the worst."
Sophie: "If you don't stay married to my son for a year, I will send your mother to the poorhouse! I'm talking about a dowry!"
Chuck: "What an antiquated notion!"
Sophie: "Oh, I just meant the prenup."
Chuck: "The prenup? You mean one of those legal agreements that's invalidated by an annulment?"
Blair: "Chuck, stop helping. I can make my life hell for no reason without your 'logic' and 'common sense.'"

HOTEL BAR

Dan: "I got as far as this hotel bar before I pussed out."
Serena: "I can see that. Well, fuck you."
Dan: "Serena, I ran off with Blair and lied to you about it for one simple reason. I don't give a shit about you. This story is not about you. This has nothing to do with you."
Serena: "I see your point. And yet, I can't help feeling like this is about me."
Dan: "Why are you like this?"
Serena: "I guess that's your answer, then."
Dan: "...To what?"