Whew. Thanks. Cheers for that.
Serena: "Speaking of which, though, how about that Dan, huh?"
Blair: "Ugh. I'm not ready. I want the next time I say that to be the last time. We are something like twenty, after all, so it's understandable that I would think that."
Serena: "Are we? Time flies when you're me."
Chuck: "Are you coming home? Is it going to be like when the Captain would pay Xbox with us in his underwear all day and smoke pot?"
Bart: "With Tyler's confession I'll be able to show my pork cracklins serial killer face again."
Chuck: "Why would you want that?"
Bart: "I gotta say, I'm proud of how you took control and fixed my whole problem in like four hours. You've bested me on the field of manhood and earned my approval."
Chuck: "It's possible I'll never rape anybody again, now that you've said that. I'm a simple soul. Hey, what about your bigamist wife?"
Bart: "When I fake-died, a lot of shit was going on."
Chuck: "Maybe instead of fake dying, we could try therapy next time?"
Bart: "We are new money, after all."
Lola: "So hey, where did Diana go? Out the window, or what?"
Nate: "No idea. But now we can just chill and kick rocks or whatever."
Diana text: "Thx again, love."
Blair: "Okay, so there are like five hotels we have to stay at while we're in Rome..."
Dan: "Validate me one more time. Because I know that Chuck's whole life just got flip-turned upside down again, and..."
Blair: "His. Not mine. This is mine."
Dan: "I need you to confirm for me, in words of your choosing, that I'm not passive-aggressively forcing you to agree to this Rome trip."
She actually holds onto the sides of his face at this point.
Blair: "I, Blair Waldorf, being of sharp mind and rockin' body, do solemnly swear that -- just this once -- you're not emo-torturing me into doing whatever you say. I want to go to Rome. I want to spend the summer by your side. I want to create a spreadsheet of restaurants, because 30 days times three months times three meals is 270 restaurants. This is how I maintain control of myself."