Dream-Blair's riding around on a little motorscooter with Prince Louis, à la Roman Holiday, and they are cheesy and monochrome for a while, but then he starts turning into Chuck Bass, and before you know it Blair's awake, with the tiniest little cut on her cheek from that time Chuck Bass spousally and sexually assaulted her. Or punched a window, you know, whichever. Whatever you think happened, congratulations: It happened.

EMPIRE

Chuck: "My UES fortunes are so sad right now that I'm going to open a hotel in Brooklyn, because they don't have those there. It will have running water and indoor toilets. They will think I am a wizard."
Nate: "Let's talk about what you're going to call it, even though I'm pissed at you for whatever reason still doesn't make sense, plus how you beat up Blair."
Chuck: "I'm going to call it Charles Place."
Nate: "Isn't that a property in Monopoly?"
Chuck: "I spent my childhood playing hooker with prostitutes and getting molested by my nursemaids. I don't know what Monopoly is."
Nate: "Well, maybe you should read a whole dictionary, to help you understand what I'm about to say."
Chuck: "I really doubt that will be necessary."

Nate: "You no longer have a monopoly on my heart. I am going to stay with Raina. Thanks for letting me and my dad and my girlfriend crash here for so many months while I continually bitched at you and ran around telling everybody your secrets and whining all the time without a storyline other than Homelessly Fucking Your Ex-Girlfriend In Your Home."
Chuck: "Okay well the reason I'm calling it Charles Place is because of the Bass Legacy and how it involves burning up ladies. Thanks for asking, not."
Nate: "Thanks for being such a good friend to my girlfriend, not."
Chuck: "Thanks for being so discrete about the huge secrets of my family, not."
Nate: "Thanks for not beating up Blair. I am gone."

Chuck: "If you leave me now, you can't live here anymore."
Nate: "I know, that's what we just talked about."

BOUDOIR DER WOODSEN

Serena: "Jesus Christ, Vanessa. Stop calling me!"
Vanessa: "You're the one that answered, bitch!"
Serena: "Yup, my bad..."
Vanessa: "Wait, don't hang up! That was my naturally horrible point-scoring tendency talking, not me."
Serena: "The fuck do you want, Abrams."
Vanessa: "I just wanted to complain about how your cousin made me look crazy and bitchy."
Serena: "That is your behavior, yo. It's your behavior doing that."
Vanessa: "No, but she lied and stuff."
Serena: "To fuck with you? Good. Don't call here again. If you do, I'll answer the phone."