Recapper's Husband: Point.
Recapper: What I find more interesting is the boys' rings. Stefan's ring is on his right hand (he offers Elena his right arm). Damon's ring is on his left (he offers Elena his left arm). The shot strikes me, and makes me wonder if the DP or someone planned that, or if Stefan and Damon always wear their rings on those hands.
Recapper's Husband: *Snore*
Caroline: Back at my house, I rifle through my closet to find something to wear. I mean, I'm Miss Mystic Falls. It's not like I don't have gowns. I take out a one-shouldered blue number, but it's nothing like that gown in the box.
Klaus: At the ball, I spot Caroline as soon as she enters. I'm pleased she's wearing the gown I gave her, but frankly, I'd be just as happy if she walked in naked. Wait. That's not what I meant (although it's true). I'm smitten, is what I'm saying.
Caroline: I need a drink, is what I'm saying.
Pinched Nerve in Recapper's Back: Psst, Cindy, Caroline has a point, is what I'm saying.
Recapper: I know. But I'm not quite twenty minutes into this thing, is what I'm saying.
Gentle Readers: Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink, is what we're saying.
Recapper's Husband: Fine. Fine. I'll make a packy run, is what I'm saying.
Recapper: God bless you, is what I'm saying.
Elena: I manage to shake both Salvatores for a second, so Finn Mikaelson introduces himself to me, points out I've brought along not one, but two uninvited guests, and makes it clear his mother wants to meet with me, alone.
Elijah IN A TUX: Hello, darlings. As if I weren't perfection, before, right? Have some champagne while I blather about some white-washed family history, then please join me, in the ballroom, for our first waltz of the evening.
Audience: We will go anywhere with you.
Elena: I see Esther making her way upstairs, but when I start to follow her, Damon gets in my face.
Damon: Don't even think about it.
Elena: YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME, DAMON!
Damon: It would be rude not to dance, you know.
Recapper: Will there be OMG-EYESEX, like at the Miss Mystic Falls bash?
Elena: Probably not. We're both in a mood. But I am giving Damon a little eye-foreplay, and a stifled smile, as I agree to dance. When he takes my arm in his, I roll my eyes in that, "What am I going to do about you," way.