Serena: The cute waiter gave me his number. Blair, what are you doing? We said we wouldn’t check Gossip Girl all summer.
Blair: Summer’s almost over.
Serena: So what does it say about Chuck?
Blair: I could be less interested. No new posts. He’s been M.I.A. since he left town in spring.
Serena: And what does it say about us?
Blair: “Ooh la la, Paris is burning. And Serena and Blair lit the match.” Of course, your flame is hotter than mine. Everyone knows that the only guy that’s been in my pants all summer is the tailor at Pierre Balmain.
Serena: And whose fault is that? Hey, just as many guys have flirted with you. I just happen to have a thing for french waiters.
Blair: And bartenders and museum docents, anyone on a vespa or bicycle. Or wearing Zadig and Voltaire.
Serena: B, what’s wrong? I thought you were having fun.
Blair: I am, the best. But… all summer I’ve been sitting in front of my favorite Manet and reading Colette in the park, hoping that I’ll lock eyes with somebody who’s doing the same thing as me and feeling the same thing as I am.
Serena: That’s really romantic.
Blair: But, alas not effective. For all my efforts, I’m heading back home with a Chuck-sized cloud over my head. And I don’t even need to find a great love. I just want to go on one nice date.
Serena: Well, then this calls for some more sancerre. Come on, I know a great wine bar down the street and it happens to have a very cute bartender.