Some cute old gay dude in the background spends literally ten minutes discussing Blair's ass in her gown.
Blair: "Why do you have this envelope I tore up and tossed in the trash? Are you seriously this insufferable? Are you turning into Vanessa Abrams? Do I need a restraining order?"
Dan: "Guess, yes, yes, and wouldn't help. Apparently Dorota has mastered the use of Scotch tape due to breaking vases in your house or some such clever-sounding nonsense. While on that topic of ill-considered dialogue, I also want to assure you that she did not read the results, despite that being a literal impossibility, while she was separately taping the letter and the envelope together and then placing the letter into the envelope and then handing it over to me, your jailhouse hack."
Yet another extra spends a while discussing Blair's ass. Every time Dan and Blair advance through the crowd for their next crouch-and-bitch, some dude in a nice suit stares at her ass and holds forth. It's awesome and unreal. I like to imagine the conversation being, like, "What a dress! It's Jenny Packham, you know." And the other person being like, "Yeah, we're at a Jenny Packham show, so..."
Blair, verbatim: "Don't you have your own life to ruin?"
Dan: "I am meddling and insufferable enough that I've got time to spare. Also, I am lying to myself about my entire reasons for stalking Noah Shapiro, so trust me when I say I will get to that dinner on time. No need to worry about me."
Blair: "I wasn't. I just want you to leave and stop bugging me and climbing into my clothes with me and judging my every move like I'm Serena."
Dan: "It is how Humphreys show love."
Blair: "It is also exactly how Chucks show a pattern of abuse, apparently. Feminism is less of an ideology and more of a buffet, when you know nothing of its history or wider implications and prefer shipper self-dealing to actually creating change in the world around you."
Dan: "You can't hide from this forever! I said so!"
Blair: "Why not? Apparently, fatherhood holds no appeal for Louis, and Chuck will always be Chuck. If anything, I'm not hiding. I'm facing the truth. It doesn't matter what test results say. I'm in this completely alone. It doesn't matter about the implications for Chuck or Louis."
Dan: "But like, don't you want to know?"
Blair: "The only thing I want is to finish this fashion show, sans outer-borough escort."
Dan: "You're right, it's your problem. Just kidding! Allow me to physically invade your space and force you to take this envelope, out of love and concern."
Blair: "Step away from me, please."
Dan: "No! I can't! I care too much. Take this envelope and open it or I swear to fucking God."
Blair: "Seriously, get out of my space."