ОСТОРОЖНО СПОЙЛЕРЫ!!!
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Dan: I can't believe Nate Archibald is a gigolo.
Vanessa: You can't tell anyone!
Dan: Who? Who would I tell? Except everyone I've ever met.
Vanessa: [glares]
Dan: I won't. Serena: What do you want, Dan? For me to never say my name?
Dan: That's not what I said.
Serena: We thought we could avoid talking about last year, well? This is fate telling us we can't.
Blair: Not that it's any of your business, but Marcus and I have an amazing sex life.
Chuck: Really? [pauses] What names does he call you when you make love? Where does he put his hand? Does he ... [whispers] Have sex with me.
Blair: What?
Chuck: Just once, that's all I ask.
Blair: You are disgusting and I hate you.
Chuck: Then why are you still holding my hand?
Gossip Girl: Looks like Lady B is determined to have it all. Question is... who with?
Vanessa: Nate, you have to end this for yourself. Forget about what I said before. You are better than this. I'll be here when you get back.
Blair: Marcus wait!
Marcus: Did you really not know it was him? Can you honestly tell me that?
Blair: I knew it was him.
Marcus: Thank you.
Blair: But I want you!
Marcus: No Blair. You want my title. The idea of who I am. But you clearly want him. Which makes me a fool. Because I really did want you. I DO want you.
Blair: Then show me! I'm not some delicate little flower. Show me!
Rufus: [to Vanessa] He's not still reading one of those Dan and Serena should-be-or-shouldn't-be threads is he?
Nate: [to Vanessa] When you called the other day, it was like... I could breathe again.
Jenny: Ahhhh! Dan! You guys are together! You're back together! It wasn't a doctored photo?
Dan: No, we are. We just haven't... told anybody yet.
Gossip Girl: Spotted: S and Lonely Boy locking lips like all is forgiven. Will round two be any better?
Vanessa: Calling him won't look desperate?
Jenny: It will. It will. It will. But in a cute, romantic way.
Dan: Serena... I still ...
Serena: I know. Me too.
[elevator door closes]
Serena: ... I love you.
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