Serena, troubled by the wrong details: "That's my dress!"

EMPIRE

Russell: "Hey, that was so fun how we screwed... Bwuh?"
Chuck: "Apparently the whole rehab thing and sneaking you into Charles Place and getting you the key to the Empire and the White Coats and the whole thing was one big lie or something."
Jack: "Yeah, the details aren't really that interesting. But now we know what it was that you wanted so bad out of my nephew. I have given up acting in character from here on out, and will instead be charming and wimpy like everybody else on this show."

Shortly: It was Russell that barricaded the building, set the fire, blew up Avery. Thank God we now have more information about that night. I wonder if there's still more to tell? I certainly hope so.

JEEPERS, PEEPERS!

Dan: "Let's drink a whole lot before Constance, like Serena suggested. Unless that's counterindicated by your crazy pills."
Serena: "My dress is counterindicated by your relatively flat chest! My fist is counterindicated by your face!"
Dan: "Serena, what is the meaning of this?"
Serena: "She is wearing my dress!"
Charlie: "No, I'm not."
This argument goes on forever and ever, until finally S loses her damn mind.
Serena: "You are not leaving here in that. TAKE IT OFF!"
Charlie: Obligingly starts to strip down, in the middle of this black-tie event, which somehow makes Serena look like the crazy one. They bounce.
Serena: "This is just like what Vanessa told me. I wonder if there's a connection."

EMPIRE

Jack, bored of interrogating Russell: "Can we just call the cops? I'm hungry, and all you seem to have are olives and hallucinogenic mushrooms."
The Deal: Is that the Dear Bart letter was actually a Dear Russell letter, and Russell thought that he was blowing up Bart and his wife would come back to him, instead of blowing up his wife so that he would be lonely and sad.
Jack: "Unless we're close to the end of this sob story, I'm gonna order room service, okay?"
We: Will apparently never be close to the end of this sob story.