Lily: "Hoo! It took that long to take off my shoes!"
Everybody: "Wow, we honestly thought you were done for the episode."
Lily: "Nope, just drunkenly removing scuff marks from the Loeffler Randalls I decided I needed to wear. In my own home. In the middle of the night. After a wedding."
Rufus: "Cool, while you were doing that I called the caterer and requested a special delivery of centerpieces in the middle of the night from somebody else's wedding and they said Right away, stranger unrelated to this expensive wedding -- which struck me as unlikely, too -- but anyway nobody can leave. Until the flower arrangements arrive here. In the middle of the night."
Sophie: "Yeah, I'm out. You're forcing me to use other methods."
Rufus: "Oh yeah? Like what."
Sophie: "Like going to the media! By embarrassing my son with the news that his bride has disappeared, I will save him from the embarrassment of the media finding out that his bride has disappeared!"
Rufus: "Sounds like a plan."
Eleanor: "Sounds like a Rufus Plan."
Lily: "Kinda sounds like a Serena Plan, actually."
Nate: "Now that the people this show is actually about are gone, can I offer you a martini?"
Lola: "Nate, I'm a blue-collar kinda gal. I like my beer cold and my dudes semi-gay."
Nate: "This is your lucky night, little fella."
Lola: "Okay but first I have to take this call from my employer in the middle of the night. I'm the only employee, so it's a pretty on-call situation."
Nate: "Cool, I'll go get you a beer from a foot away."
Lola: "Aunt Carol? This is your daughter, lying to you."
Nate, from a foot away: "Oh my God, she's a liar."
Lola: "Just my boss, like I was saying. I should probably be working, for I am so poor and blue-collar, but hey. So about that beer?"
Nate: "Get the fuck out, liar. I'm taking away your beer. Beer is for truthers, not liars."
Lola: "Okay, I guess I'll go deliver those centerpieces in the middle of the night then."