

Dan: Hirschberg’s out.
Blair: Major disaster.
Dan: Unless someone shows up with a new author and saves the day.
Blair. Yes. And when she does, she will shine as the best intern and her insipid competition will be fired.
Dan: You do realize that I know Jeremiah Harris personally, right?
Blair: And you do realize that I know everyone personally, right?

Blair: What are you doing up so early?
Serena: Breakfast with Ben. And don’t lecture. He’s a nice person. A nice innocent person who deserves a friend after what my mom did to him.
Blair: A lot of mascara for a friend. But you can have breakfast with whomever you want. I don’t judge. Well, today I don’t. Because today everything is new and fresh and golden. Today my internship begins.
Serena: You’re finally going to tell me where it is?
Blair: It’s too important! I can’t jinx it. I’ll tell you after my first day, but I must go.
Serena: You realize most offices aren’t even open this early. Unless you’re interning at a donut shop?
Blair: I want to be early. What’s wrong with being early? Catch the worm!

Blair: Congratulations, Vanessa. You just won 365 more days in your IKEA-furnished closet.
Vanessa: You went to my building? You talked to my landlord?
Blair: No, I don’t speak Ukrainian, but I do speak envelope of cash. He understood me perfectly.
Vanessa: I can’t believe you.
Blair: Blair Waldorf is not indebted to anyone. No matter how much I appreciate what you did.
Vanessa: You’re welcome, I guess.
Blair: Good. Now this transaction is finished. And I’m free to return to disliking you.
Vanessa: And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Blair: One more thing. If you didn’t pay your rent with it, what did you do with Chuck’s money?
Vanessa: I may have created a medical grant for teens with genital herpes. In his name.