If Pilot Inspektor hooks up with Blair -- or let's be honest, any or all three -- he really will be the Aunt Sistercousin Lindsay and we'll have to start drawing charts. Man, Season Two of The O.C. was awesome for TV Night because we actually had a chart we kept on the wall we could point to, to keep guests quiet during the entertainment: "Who's that lady?" Lindsay's mother, you can tell by the red hair, she had an affair with Caleb in the '80s but he's married to that hot lady now. "Who's Lindsay?" That adorable girl that tries so hard all the time. "Isn't that Anna?" Sort of but no, Anna's the one that talks like this. She crammed her stuffed-animal backpack full of manga and Jets To Brazil white labels and beat it back to Philadelphia. "Who's that girl you'd go straight for?" She's not really a factor until Season Four. Here's a chart of all Caleb's wives and daughters. It takes about thirty minutes to read.
Anyhow, to be nice and for no real other reason, Eric asks about the doomed proposal. "Klaus with a K did it with a blimp, C-Claus did it on top of a pyramid, although she didn't say yes to that..." Rufus shits, because he honestly hadn't thought that far ahead.
Blair rushes around trying to get Georgina into the spirit of couture and playacting, which are her two best subjects, while Georgie stares into the mirror and thinks about the Jonas Brothers. "Come on, G! Don't you miss Dior? Prada? Looking fabulous? ...I mean, for you?" Jesus loves G as she is, of course, but B offers the idea that he would love her even more with some styling, putting a cute sterling necklace around her neck. "Think of the fun you used to have! Pretending to be Sarah and Svetlana," she shouts pissily, and then even pissier: "Slipping people roofies!" And then worst of all, like it just happened yesterday, which with Blair I can believe it feels that way: "Outing them to their unsuspecting parents at dinner!" It speaks highly of both Blair and the show that outing Eric is the worst, last thing on the list, but even more so that Dan's hummer doesn't rate.
"Those things don't call to me anymore, Blair. Look, I made a choice. I let go of the Evil so I can find love and happiness with the Good." Even Georgina knows she's a cartoon of evil, I love it. That's so high school! If one time in my whole adult life I can have a frank and honest conversation about my maturing relationship with "The Evil," I will be happy. B nods about the Evil, and G flutters her lashes. "I know it sounds dull, but it's actually quite nurturing," she says, taking the necklace off: "Can't you understand?" And of course, Blair can. She grins, only mostly pretending: "More than you know!" G's reassured, and takes it too far: "I gave up my old ways when I let Jesus take the wheel." Moment over.