Art Bullshit: "...I like that your artists reflect the same socially relevant projects..."
Art Bullshit: "...I like that you can see the street art influence..."
Art Bullshit: "...Not talking about the '80s but the '40s..."
Art Bullshit: "...Dubuffet, Pollack, Ray Johnson..."
Crowning Art Bullshit: "Yeah! When artists were the stars of New York, instead of celebutantes!"
Rufus is in catshit coffee heaven. Just like when artists were the stars. Although I have to admit, I got a nasty little giggle about the "I like" stuff because art people do really do that at least once in every sentence that comes out of their mouth, "I like" in this case meaning, "Note please that I have noticed."
Lily: "Can you please stop your gross child bride from bidding on art she can't afford? Auctions kind of depend on that. You know, not lying."
Rufus: "Heh, she already bought all the paintings and now she is going to buy 'Spectrum' and all because we are childish and petty."
Lily: "With what money, exactly?"
Rufus: "Blahdow! With CeCe's money!"
Lily: "Look out below, because I am about to descend to your level."
Ivy and Lily enter a two-person bidding war that quickly crests to $750k before we cut away from those heady sums. As entertaining as it could possibly be to watch a bunch of assholes pretend to bid at a fake auction for fake art, that's how entertaining this part is. Which is to say it's rather exciting, and the background players are being super awesome, and -- shocking no one -- Lily's irritated auction bidding face is glorious. But you still begin wondering what's up with, like, anybody else.
...Or have I spoken too soon?
Serena: "I'm sorry it sounded so terrible -- and so absolutely true -- but it was out of context?"
Dan: "In what context can selfish egomaniac be positive?"
Serena: "Tell the truth and shame the devil, you little pantywaist. But whatever. Today was fun, and that was weird because you're such a douchebag. Let's review. I tell you I love you, you dump me for my best friend..."
Dan: "The way I see it, as the center of the goddamn universe, is that everybody you date is just another rejection of me. The protagonist."
Serena: "Meanwhile, you said you never wanted to see me again and ran off to Tuscany with Georgina. And then I died. And nobody even cared."