Blair has dressed up in furry boots, a huge fur hat, black leather gloves that lace up to the elbows, and an adorable gunmetal chemise. This is what she does when nobody's supervising her, I guess -- or she's going over the top because she knows Chuck is hiding something from her, and has decided to take her own advice and game the whole situation. She calls him "Vronsky" and herself "Anna Karenina," but unlike the literary references we think of as "literary references," it has little to do with this entire situation and has already been referenced a few times in other situations. Whatever, she's game-playing but he doesn't have time for her shit and she still wants to do this "formal introduction" to the French guy, which is as least gesturally in character, and he's like, "I don't have time for this! I have to not be looking for the mystery lady!" Well, there's one good line: "I just assumed you'd rather not cross paths with Carla Bruni," he says, and she's like, "Word."

So she has now confirmed that he's lying, and leaves in her weird costume just as Nate comes home to the penthouse, where he giggles about how crazy she is and she acts crazy and brittle, and meanwhile Chuck is talking in this weird ascot argot to the doorman, a conversation that would never ever happen but particularly in this fucked up way: "I've been waiting here for four hours. Has Elizabeth Fisher still not returned? Why did she not get my message that I was waiting for her in the bar?" Why are you talking in this manner to a random doorman outside a strange hotel? The doorman is like, "She checked out and went somewhere else." Which we find out later is the Algonquin, which is down the street.

Rufus is standing on some street corner somewhere staring at nothing and that embittered housewife with the funny name I can't remember right now is like, "Are you going to forgive your wife for the random thing?" And he's like, "No, I'm going to wander the streets like a ghost forevermore, setting a horrible example for my awful kids as usual," and she invites him for coffee. I wish they would do it already but he's such a fucking wuss she'll have to drug him Georgie style to get any play. Pretty lady, I wish I could warn you about this one. A Humphrey's not a catch, he's a virus.

Nate's shooting pool in the boy house because that's all he does, and Serena comes up in there and actually gets up on the pool table so he can fuck her without taking off his shoes, but I guess he's been reading those blogs Dan recommended or something, because no way is this episode that stupid that one word from Dan would even stick in his dumb head, much less keep him from having sex on a pool table. Serena points out that hours ago, they were fucking on the Waldorf floor, and now he's taking it "slow" and uninviting her to the dinner for no reason whatsoever, and he's like, "I'm just trying to stick to our dumb plan!" And because she can't even remember why or what the plan was about, this registers as him being an asshole, so she takes off and he stands there with his hard-on feeling sad for about five seconds until he sees his old friend the pool table and smiles and goes back to playing.