Serena: This is you. Just be yourself!
Blair: [after being humiliated by Catherine] She made Waldorf rhyme with Spears! I may as well have gone commando and held my party at Nyla's Burger Basket.
Serena: Fine. While you stand here and feel sorry for yourself and denigrate the fine people of Kentwood, I'm gonna go find Dan.

Serena: Well, if you can't find common ground with a dictator, I don't know who can.
Blair: Dan likes soccer, right? Or football, as Marcus calls it? Think it would be too weird if he came?
Serena: Not... necessarily ...
Blair: Good, you'll call him?
Serena: Does this mean you actually think Dan has a redeeming quality?
Blair: As long as knows his arse from his Arsenal, I think he's aces.

Serena: What are you doing?
Erik: I'm hiding from my valet. He wanted to put my socks on me this morning. Your servants are very attentive.
Chuck: You should meet Brigita.
Serena: No, no, he should not meet Brigita! He's fourteen! Avoid this person.
Chuck: Do I have to remind you, Serena, that you USED to have a sense of humor?
Serena: No! [gives death stare]

Serena: When I told my mom not to go away with Rufus, I told her it was because you and I were forever. I know I was right.

Serena: You don't even talk to her. Why do you care how she does?
Blair: Nelly Yuki has her sights sets on Yale, too. What are the odds of them accepting two girls from Constance? And have you seen Nelly Yuki's extra-curriculars? I need to kick her well-rounded ass!
Serena: And they say you've lost your edge...
Blair: Nelly Yuki must be destroyed.
Serena: Why do you keep saying her name?
Blair: Because it's Nelly Yuki! [Serena laughs] Ew, gross, incoming Chuck. You coming?
Serena: No, I gotta wait for Dan. He's stressed, he doesn't do very well with tests so...
Blair: Performance anxiety? [grins at Serena]
Serena: Bye Blair.

Serena: [to Dan] Okay. I will see you back in the city. Fully clothed. With lots of people around. Okay? We'll talk.
Dan: Yeah. About our problems.

Serena: [to Nate] Hey, if you ever want to reflect alone together, I'll be around.

Skank on Beach: Mister Chuck, is there anything you need caretaking of?

Vanessa: You can read about it all day long, but you have to walk the city to know it.
Sarah: Okay, look, anything is better than getting lost of the train every day.
Vanessa: Subway. Click those heels, you're not in Portland anymore.
Sarah: Seriously, you and Dan are so sweet to adopt me. And I'd be a mess without you guys. Well, more of a mess then I already am. [laughs]

Vanessa: [to Chuck]: What's that? Your stripper money?

Vanessa: So what will it be, Dan? Cheerios and Chaucer, or an illegal party at your prep school pool with your high society girlfriend and her nasty cohorts?
Dan: Dad. Vanessa and I are going out.

Vanessa: The Pacifier played for like a year.
Dan: And they said Vin Diesel couldn't do comedy.

Vanessa: You're sick!
Chuck: You're welcome!

[a dog barks and chases a ball that landed near Dan]
Dan: Yo, hey buddy, there you go.
Georgina: Oh, awww, Georgie, hey, bad boy. Sorry he disturbed you.
Dan: Well, uh, it's fine. I love dogs.
Georgina: Really. Do you have any?
Dan: No, uh, we used to have a cat, uh, but, you know, sister, allergies. Now he lives with my aunt in Florida. Never calls, never writes, never visits...it's all very depressing.

[Asher walking his dogs accidentally walks into Jenny and she drops her hotdog]
Asher: Oh, oh, so sorry. Are you okay?
Jenny: Yeah. [laughs] My lunch isn't though.
Asher: Uh, let me give you my last dollar.
Jenny: Oh, I couldn't. You shouldn't be walking the streets with no money.
Asher: Let's just settle for an IOU, then.
Jenny: It's just a hotdog.
Asher: That just makes an excuse to give this to you. It's my number.
Jenny: [laughs] Thank you, uh, I mean it's fine, I'm not even really that hungry anyway.
Asher: Well, if you change your mind.
[Asher walks away with his dogs and continuously turns around to look at Jenny, she does the same]
Elise: [Jenny throws the piece of paper Guy gve her in the bin] What are you doing? He's gorgeous.
Jenny: He's a dogwalker. I need a King, not a jester. [Jenny sighs] C'mon.