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3.sērija: "The Jewel of Denial"

Gossip Girl: Get ready to find out what you're made of. Because to survive on the Upper East Side, you better be fearless. XOXO — Gossip Girl.

Louis: You're pregnant? You're pregnant!
Blair: Oh, you're happy.

Ivy: I'm going to make sure that Cece reinstates your access to her checks.
Carol: You are on your own now. Good luck.

Blair: There was a part of me that really wanted it to be yours.

Chuck: You must have very been relieved when you realized you weren't carrying my offspring. It certainly would have derailed your fairytale.
Blair: This fairytale is complicated.
Chuck: Blair. Meet my dog, Monkey.

Chuck: If this is another misguided attempt by Dan to make me feel something...
Blair: I'm pregnant. It's Louis's. I didn't want you to find out from someone else and wonder if the baby was yours.
Chuck: That's very considerate.
Blair: Yes. Well. If I know anything about Chuck Bass, it's that fatherhood isn't part of the lifestyle.

Blair: I need to talk to you.
Chuck: I thought we said everything we needed to say last time we saw each other.

Dan: For what it's worth, when Georgina showed up on my doorstep and told me she was pregnant, I mean the last thing I wanted to be was a father. But then Milo was born and I fell in love with him. Chuck or Louis. It'll be the same for either of them.
Blair: And if I open that envelope, will you be able to hide from your problems then?
Dan: I think if you have the courage to face your future then I should have the courage to face mine.

Ivy: I came from nothing. Everything here sparkles. And that family that you can't stand has been kinder to me than my own family ever was. I'm not walking away from that. And if you try to take me down, Carol, you're coming with me.

Diana: This is a one-stop shop of illicit emails, incriminating photos and sex. Are you sure you didn't work for News Corp?

Dan: Blair, we need to talk. Mind if I take over from here?
Simon Doonan: Not at all.
Blair: Well I mind. Humphreys are not escort material.

5.sezonas 1.sērija: "Yes, Then Zero"
Gossip Girl: You often find, what you least expect is right in front of you. Waiting to change everything forever. Whether you want to or not. XOXO — Gossip Girl.

Gossip Girl: Nothing stays hidden for long.

Šuvēja: Do they know?
Blēra: Know what?
Šuvēja: How far along you are? I'd say six weeks. He sent me your measurements.

Gossip Girl: The thing about expectations is most of the time, someone else sets them for you. Yet you feel like they've been there all along. And you can't wait to live up to them. But just because you know what's expected of you doesn't mean you still can't surprise everyone.

Dens: So now I just have to make sure the book that chapter comes from never sees the light of day.
Rufuss: There's a whole book?

Dens: Hey, what's going on?
Rufuss: Lily has another meeting with the decorator. She's redecorated so many times that it looks exactly the same.

Gossip Girl: Well well well, Upper East Siders, I got my answer after all. And it turns out the only thing expanding at the Waldorf residence is the help. Yet all this talk about expecting has got me thinking about expectations.

Blēra: What? Oh. No. Is it my hair?
Eleanora: I didn't want to say anything in front of Louis but I found something hidden in the pantry. Is this why you have been acting so strange about Louis? Is there something you need to tell me?

Serēna: Have you ever thought about writing a book?
Čaks: People like me don't write books, they're written about.

Čaks: Serena, you accepted responsibility without hesitation for maybe the first time in your life. And Nate, you had more fun not being you than you've had actually being you. Which means you now know you need to change.
Serēna: Is it just me, or is what he saying actually making sense?
Neits: Maybe we're not awake yet.

Gossip Girl: Lonely Boy learning three words, eight letters don't come out right when no one wants to hear them.
Blēra: Come on, Louis. Let's go. I'm done here.

Blēra: I don't understand, are you following me now?
Lui: No Blair.
Blēra: Actually, it's fine if you are. Because I can do this in person then.
Dens: Louis is not here for you.
Blēra: He's not? What the hell's going on?
Dens: Louis didn't meet you tonight because he was helping me.

Māršals: I need this job more than you do, okay? I pay for my life. I have student loans, rent, a car lease. I can't afford to get fired.
Serēna: And I can?
Māršals: You're Serena van der Woodsen. You do one lap around this party you'll get ten job offers. You weren't even looking when you found this one.

Džeina: Nice to meet you by the way...
Neits: Nate.
Džeina: Hm. That's a great name.
Neits: And you are?
Džeina: Done now.

Neits: My best friend was right. Saying yes makes everything better.
Džeina: Well based on my own recent experience I'd have to agree.

Meitene: Okay. I know I don't know you at all and you probably could give a damn about what I have to say. Most of the people in my business are in it because they're thrill seekers or adrenaline junkies. But for some of them, there's something dark going on. I think you need help.

Gossip Girl: Often all it takes to find a new path is to make a sharp turn and see what you find. But beware. Sometimes what you're faced with is a dead end.

Blēra: I am about to call off my engagement. I can't marry someone who doesn't stand up for me. Not even to his own mother. And when I tell him it's over, I'll need to get away. To clear my head. You were in the Hamptons?
Dens: Ah, Ammagansett. Cece's house.
Blēra: Is it empty? Take me there.
Dens: Okay.

Dens: Blair. What are you doing here? Did Louis—
Blēra: I didn't know where else to go. I wasn't going to come here. I haven't talked to you all summer and you're the only person I know in New York right now. And I really need a friend. If you're still...
Dan: Of course I am. What's going on?

Džeina: So you collect?
Neits: Yes.
Džeina: A Helmut Newton, right?
Neits: Yes.
Džeina: Is that Lauren Hutton?
Neits: Yes.
Džeina: Or is it Lisa Taylor?
Neits: Yes. How'd you know?
Džeina: I have a good eye. And good taste. Is this the master bedroom? Let's destroy it.