Eva: You had the dream again. I hoped it wouldn’t follow us from Prague.
Chuck: I guess I’ll have to give it more time.
Eva: Take as long as you need. My uncle said the apartment’s ours and he’s got you a job too.
Chuck: Thank you.
Eva: Welcome to Paris, Henry.
Chuck: Let’s go home.
Eva: Five more minutes.
Chuck: As pleasurable as those 300 seconds sound, your uncle was already generous enough to help the strange American you brought home from Prague. I don’t want to be late for my first day on the job.
Eva: Tell me you didn’t rob a bank?
Chuck: My grandfather left me a small inheritance. I’ve just been waiting for the right thing to spend it on.
Eva: Well it doesn’t look small to me.
Chuck: It’s enough to get us to London. Then Kerala.
Serena: Chuck, it’s you.
Eva: Who’s here?
Serena: Oh hi. I’m Serena van der Woodsen. I’m really sorry to show up like this. I’ve just been looking for Chuck everywhere.
Eva: Henry, what is she talking about?
Chuck: I don’t know. to Serena. The man you’re looking for is not here.
Chuck: I had a feeling you’d linger.
Serena: I’m not going to leave. Chuck, today I had to identify a body that the police thought was you. Did you do something to that man? If it was self-defense I’m sure that they would understand.
Chuck: I never touched that thief.
Serena: So is Blair right? Is this another one of your games?
Chuck: Do I look like I’m playing?
Serena: I know more than anyone what it’s like to want to reinvent yourself. But just because people are mad at you doesn’t mean you should disappear. My mom is really worried about you.
Chuck: I’m sure she’ll come to celebrate my absence. As will all the people who’ve wished me dead since the day I was born.
Serena: I know things were bad in New York, but if you don’t come home you’ll lose the Empire, you’ll lose everything you ever cared about.
Chuck: I lost the only thing I cared about. They can have everything else.
Serena: I don’t know what you told that girl, but you can’t turn your back on who you really are.
Chuck: I’m going to see an old associate. I’m picking up a passport with my new name on it. After today there is no Chuck Bass.
Serena: I’m staying at Eleanor and Cyrus’ when you realize that’s not true.
Chuck: “I’d rather have nothing than be Chuck Bass.”
Blair: Just because you’re dressed poorly doesn’t mean you’re not Chuck Bass.
Chuck: Why would I want to be him?
Blair: You should have told me you got shot.
Chuck: I’m surprised you didn’t shoot me yourself.
Blair: I have. Many times. In my dreams. The good ones. But if you were really hurt I’d want to know.
Chuck: When I woke up my ID was gone. Nobody knew who I was, nobody was coming to look for me. I realized I might be alive but Chuck Bass doesn’t have to be.
Blair: Changing your name doesn’t change who you are.
Chuck: It’s a good start. A chance to live simply, earn people’s respect. Maybe become a person someone could love.
Blair: Someone did love you. And… you owe it to her and everyone else you’re leaving behind not to run away. Which is what you’re doing. And I don’t think that great man you’re talking about wanting to be is a coward. I think he would face up to what he did.
Chuck: I destroyed the only thing I ever loved.
Blair: I don’t love you anymore. But it takes more than even you to destroy Blair Waldorf.
Chuck: Your world would be easier if I didn’t come back.
Blair: That’s true. But it wouldn’t be my world without you in it.
Eva: When you didn’t come home last night I assumed you’d left with that girl.
Chuck: I owe you an apology. I don’t expect you to understand but where I’m from people lie and cheat and destroy whoever gets in their way. I did it better than any of them. When you dragged me in from that alley, you didn’t just save my life you gave me the hope of a new one.
Eva: Well, the you I’ve been living with never did anything to be ashamed of. I hope you’ll bring some of him with you back to your world.
Chuck: I fully intend to. If you’ll come with me.
Eva: To New York? You got me a ticket?
Chuck: We don’t need tickets. I’m Chuck Bass.
Eva: So if you really are the big boss like you say can you make it so that no one comes up here and disturbs us?
Chuck: I already made the call.
Eva: Everything’s so different. I keep wanting to call him Henry.
Chuck: It’s a long story, but it has a happy ending.
Chuck: I’m sorry for what happened with Jenny. She was in a bad place; I could have helped her, instead I just used her pain for my own self-destruction.
Lily: Thank you for the apology. And welcome home. Please don’t disappear again.
Chuck: I don’t intend to. I just hope everyone’s as relieved to see me as you are.
Lily: Well let’s not ask for too much right off the bat, shall we?
Eva: Yesterday, after you left me at the shop I ran into Blair.
Chuck: Let me guess. She took one look at you—radiant in a beautiful gown—and started shredding the dress and your self esteem.
Eva: Some of what she said made sense.
Chuck: That’s Blair. She wouldn’t waste a breath throwing insults if she didn’t think they’d land.
Lily: I love you Charles. And if Eva is everything you say she is, I think she will too.
Chuck: Please let me explain.
Eva: There’s nothing to say. I told you this would happen.
Chuck: It wasn’t you I was ashamed of, it was me.
Eva: What do you have to been ashamed of?
Chuck: Everything I did until the day I met you. Look, I should have told you about my past but I couldn’t risk losing you.
Eva: Well I’m going now. So tell me, who the hell are you, Chuck Bass?
Chuck: You didn’t leave.
Eva: I’m not going to lie. It was hard to hear the things you’ve done. But I’ve seen the man you can be. I choose to believe in that man.
Chuck: Come on, let’s meet my family.
Chuck: I hope you two are coming to my charity event later.
Nate: Party on the roof? We wouldn’t miss it.
Chuck: Good. Because I’m announcing a five million dollar charity.
Nate: Chuck that’s amazing.
Juliet: What? Five million dollars?
What’s the lucky organization?
Eva: Poor thing can’t make up his mind.
Chuck: Petroleum apocalypse, the education crisis, poverty, disease. Not to mention the recession. It seems outside my Bassian bubble the world is a pretty screwed up place.
Blair: Good afternoon Chuck. I thought we might enjoy some tea. You know how I adore those Empire [bacon] scones.
Chuck: I know everything about you which is why I know your visit probably has more to do with a scheme than a scone.
Blair: Chuck you’ve changed. What makes you think I haven’t. And speaking of your newfound affinity for the huddled masses, how is the delightful Eva?
Chuck: Leave her alone Blair.
Blair: If you’re as serious about her as Cindy Adams thinks, then we’ll be crossing paths all the time. Don’t you think we should be friends? Eva walks in.
Yay! There she is.
Chuck: Don’t worry, Blair was just—
Blair: Sitting. For some tea. Scone?
Chuck: Actually Blair, she knows. We have no secrets.
Blair: Forgive me for being vulgar, but I’ve always wanted a Baignoire timepiece. Might I see it?
Eva: Oh, I— I don’t have it on. I brought it in to be resized.
Blair: Are you sure you mean resized? Because I think you brought it in to be returned. For cash. See? That is Eva selling the watch. It is pretty. The watch I mean. Not the wad of hundies. Though Eva might disagree.
Chuck: Eva, what’s going on?
Eva: I needed the money for a friend.
Blair: That weak excuse might have worked in the former Vichy Republic, but Chuck and I are savvy New Yorkers.
Nate: Look at these pictures of Juliet. She’s coming out of the 116th subway station at 10pm on the night she said she had too much work to go out with me. You were right. She’s gotta be seeing someone else. What do I do?
Chuck: Well the old Chuck Bass would have told you to play the same game, make her jealous. But the new Chuck thinks you should be honest. Tell her how you feel; how much you like her.
Nate: I hope you didn’t lose old Chuck’s number. Eva was just spotted at the park, with Blair.
Chuck: Nate Archibald has his “I hate to tell you this” face on.
Nate: Blair’s been looking into Eva’s past.
Chuck: Well we can’t be too surprised about that, can we?
Nate: She found something. Eva is—or at least she was…. Chuck, she’s a prostitute.
Chuck: Nathaniel, I may be nice but I’m still me. You think I didn’t already know this?
Nate relieved: Oh, I— Of course you did. Look I’m sorry. Just be careful, okay? Knowing Blair’s she’s going to try and out this whole thing at the party later.
Chuck: So how’s the humiliation going to go down? Did your scheme team find Eva’s pimp? Is he going to roll up to the press with platforms on?
Chuck: Oh. Well maybe you’ll project a sex tape of Eva and one of her johns as I make my way up to the dais.
Blair: Chuck, I’m not trying to humiliate anyone. I just wanted you to know the truth, but obviously you already do.
Chuck: Yes. And I don’t care.
Blair: How can you not care? This is your mother all over again! You’re giving your heart to a money grubbing harlot who only cares about herself. Please don’t do this.
Chuck: You just can’t stand to see someone finally change me that wasn’t you.
Chuck about Eva: She fell in love with me when she didn’t know that I was Chuck Bass. And tonight I’m going to show her who that man really is.
Chuck: What do you want now? To tell me Nate’s running a secret drug ring.
Blair: If he was you’d probably make him the CEO of Bass Industries.
Chuck: You have twenty seconds.
Blair: I thought finding out your honey was a hooker would be enough to sway you but you just rewarded her for her tricks.
Chuck: I found my passport in your suitcase.
Eva: What are you talking about?
Chuck: I should have known. You lied about the watch. You lied about your former career.
Eva: Is that what you think of me?
Chuck: I let you in. Told you everything—the whole of how my mother, my uncle, tried to take me. You sat there and you thought “I’m next”.
Eva: I’m sorry. I’ll pack my things.
Chuck: Only the things you came with.
Lily: Charles, thank you for a lovely evening. I am so proud of you. And I had Ivan put your things in your room.
Chuck: What things?
Lily: Um… the package from the Paris police. Your personal effects. Passport, what they sent last week.
Chuck: Eva, stop it. Look, I’m so sorry. I should never have doubted you. I made a terrible mistake.
Eva still packing: You did. Thank you for saying so.
Chuck: Look, you are pure and perfect. I will make this up to you, I promise.
Eva: Chuck, I have to go.
Chuck: No, look, you don’t. Blair set us up. I know better now.
Eva: Of course Blair lied to you. She’s a liar. But you chose to believe her. You are still connected to her. I see it when you’re together. I can feel it when I’m in the room.
Chuck: So let’s go away. Just you and me. Let’s go back to Paris, wherever you want. Right now.
Eva: You will always feel the pull of New York. This is your home. And now it’s time for me to return to mine.
Chuck: Don’t leave. Everybody leaves.
Eva: You’re Chuck Bass. And that means something different now. Don’t forget it. And don’t forget me.
Chuck: I know what you did Blair. It’s despicable even for you. Do you hate me so much you can’t stand to see me happy?
Chuck: So why did you drive the person I care most about out of town?
Blair: Eva left? Chuck I never meant to—
Chuck: Make her leave me? Of course you did. I need to know why.
Is it possible you still love me?
Blair: How could I still love you after what you did?
Chuck: So you did it just to hurt me. Eva made me into someone I was proud to be. You just brought back my worst self. This means war, Blair.
Chuck: Me versus you. No limits.
Ivan: I’ll have this clean for you in the morning, sir. I ran into Eva and she said she was leaving. I’m sorry. She’ll be missed.
Chuck: Ivan. You’re fired.
Blair: What are you doing here?
Chuck: Go Lions.
Blair: No. That’s impossible. even for you.
Chuck: The dean’s extended me the courtesy of auditing a few classes. He thought it important I get the feel for campus life before breaking ground on the new Bart Bass Memorial Rotunda.
Chuck: It’s a building. With a circle ground plan. Usually covered by a dome—
Blair: I know what a rotunda is! You can’t be here. Columbia is mine. What do you want?
Chuck: Funny, last time we spoke I thought I was crystal clear. You took away what I cared about most. To return the favor, I’m going to take Columbia away from you.
Blair: Ms. Chamberlin, whatever Mr. Bass has told you I assure you he has no interest in your class or any idea who you even are.
Martha Chamberlin: Thank you?
Chuck: On the contrary. Once I decided to rebrand The Empire there was only one name on my list. We can talk more as I walk you to your limo.
Martha Chamberlin: Thank you. Good day Miss Waldorf. If you have any questions regarding the class, Mr. Bass will answer them.
Chuck: Actually it turns out Ms. Chamberlin’s class is overenrolled. You didn’t make the cut. Sorry. Mm. I almost forgot how much I used to enjoy your pie.
Zoe: I’m tired of making dossiers and carrying cherry pies. This will be good practice if I ever decide to take Blair down myself.
Chuck: Don’t get ahead of yourself, but I appreciate the enthusiasm.
Blair ripping off Chuck’s scarf: Where is Martha’s date?!
suite at The Empire. With a woman I assure you he won’t want to leave until morning; maybe afternoon—depends on his cardio.
Blair: I was going to play nice. You think I don’t have a plan B?
Chuck: Plan B? What could be more cunning and devious than date night.
Blair: I had Dorota get chummy with Martha’s maid, who came over from one of her sweatshops in the Philippines. If I have to I’ll blackmail her for the position.
Chuck: An illegal maid scandal, nobody’s cared about those in years.
Blair: Oh, and a lesbian switcheroo doesn’t make you Blackwater.
Chuck: Switcheroo was for fun. The IRS agent standing by to crawl up Martha’s audit is not.
Blair: A tax fraud setup. They give away Girl Scout badges for that. I have her pre-nup. It has details.
Chuck: I have the nanny. She has pictures. Martha’s ex is in them, so is Martha. It turns out it was a threesome until the nanny turned it into a twosome.
Ms. Chamberlin: Oh my god. You students are psychotic. I have better things to do with my time. Tell the dean I quit.
Chuck: Shame. Sounded like a good class. If you’ll excuse me I’ve heard good things about the Make-Your-Own-Pizza Bar.
Blair: What are you still doing here? I lost the assistant position. The entire faculty thinks I’m just as crazy as you. You’ve made your point. Can’t you take your little celebration elsewhere.
Chuck: If you think I take tonight as some sort of balancing of the scales, I don’t. I’m not trying to make a point Blair. This is just a warm up. Whatever you want, wherever you want it, I am going to be there to take it away from you. I won’t stop until you have nothing.
Blair: You wouldn’t go that far.
Chuck: Who knows my limits since you took away my future.
Blair: That wasn’t your future. That was Henry Prince’s. Destroying me won’t make you happy.
Blair: The only thing that will make you happy you lost the moment you slept with Jenny Humphrey. And that was the best thing that ever happened to me because I got over you forever.
Chuck: If that’s the truth then why haven’t you told anyone about Jenny? Not your family, not your minions, not Gossip Girl. I know you’re not keeping that secret to protect me.
Blair: You wouldn’t. That revelation would result in mutual destruction. You may be homicidal but you’re not suicidal.
Chuck: A man with nothing to live for is capable of anything.
Gossip Girl: But even the strongest bonds have their limits. And when broken… That if left unchecked, explode like a nuclear bomb.
Chuck: Veronica. Do you still work with Tim Gunn? I need to get an interview for someone who will be applying to Parsons. … Perfect. Yeah, her name’s Jenny Humphrey.
Gossip Girl: Waiting for the fallout. XOXO —Gossip Girl.
Chuck: If you’ll excuse me I’m going to go sit with them. From what I hear badminton players know how to handle a shuttlecock.
Chuck: I heard Jenny was back. I wanted to speak with her.
Dan: And say what? “I’m sorry for taking advantage of you and letting my psycho ex-girlfriend run you out of town”?
Chuck: Something like that. Except without the sarcasm.
Chuck: Before you say anything I’m only calling because I saw Gossip Girl. I wondered if I might be able to offer some assistance.
Dan: Well unless it’s a murder-suicide I think I’ll pass.
Chuck: So dramatic. You should be a writer.
Chuck: I told you I wouldn’t rest until you were destroyed. Inviting your old sparring partner back was just my way of avoiding doing all the dirty work myself. Jenny always had a talent for making your life a living hell.
Blair: You’ve gone too far. Bringing Jenny back puts both of our reputations at risk.
Chuck: I love to watch you squirm. The pleasure I get from witnessing your shame is considerable. But I doubt Jenny will talk. She thinks she’s above it all. Good Little Humphrey still cares what people think.
Blair: Are you happy now that you’ve humiliated both of us?
Chuck: It’s in your own bloody hands, Lady Macbeth. What did you think would happen when you played Carrie with her dresses?
Blair: I only did it because you lured her back here to torture me.
Chuck: I warned you I wouldn’t stop.
Chuck: Look, we can keep blaming each other for what happened that night or we can admit a harder truth. It was no one’s fault. It was fate. Tragedy.
Blair: If Serena hadn’t kissed Dan then Nate wouldn’t have been at the hospital looking for her. And Jenny wouldn’t have come looking for me.
Chuck: If Dorota hadn’t gone into labor….
Blair: Maybe everything would be different. But it’s not.
Chuck: We’re holding on to the pain because it’s all we have left. But we don’t have to. We have a choice.
Blair: Truce. she takes Chuck’s hand and hesitates. You can see yourself out.
Chuck: I know the way.
Dan: Chuck. Hey man, I was just stopping by to see Nate but I guess he’s not here.
Chuck: He’s in his room.
Dan: Oh he is? He’s… not in class? I would have thought—
Chuck: You don’t really know how to stage a run-in, do you? Cut to the chase.
Chuck: Just one more thing before you go. I was wondering, how did you know where Jack was?
Blair: I think I must have read it online.
Chuck: That’s strange. Last I heard he was off the grid.
Blair: If you’ll excuse me, I’m entertaining.
Chuck: Blair just listen to me.
Blair: Why did you do it? Because I knew Jack was in Chile last summer? I only found out because I was desperate for news of you.
Chuck: You were?
Blair: All summer. When I was pretending not to care. I wanted to know where you were. I paid a private eye to look but the only Bass he got was your scaly uncle.
Chuck: Blair as much as I hate being at peace with you I didn’t do this.
Blair: If you can stand there and lie to my face then you’re either pure evil or just a common sociopath.
Chuck: You really believe that?
Blair: Of course I do.
Blair: What are you still doing here Chuck? I threw you out hours ago.
Chuck: I wanted to let you know the treaty is over.
Blair: Fine with me. This pretense of civility was exhausting.
Chuck: Being amicable isn’t in our blood. I’ve realized we’re not friends. Friends have to like each other.
And after what happened tonight, I could never like you.
Blair: I could never like you either. In fact I hate you.
Chuck: I’ve never hated anyone more.
Blair: Every nerve ending in my body is electrified by hatred.
Chuck: There is a fiery pit of hate burning inside me ready to explode.
Blair: So it’s settled then.
Chuck: We’re settled.
Nate: Yo. Where have you been? You haven’t been home in days.
Chuck: The New York Marathon was this weekend. Those women run 26.2 miles in under three hours so their warm-ups are key. What about you? Things back on with Juliet? A romantic rendezvous?
Nate: No, that’s over. I’m just actually swinging by her place to return her things she left this week. I just gotta get rid of them so I can finally be done.
Chuck: Closure. The unattainable goal. In my personal experience the closest I’ve come to getting it is through mass amounts of hate-sex. But that’s just me.
Blair: What if someone sees.
Chuck: You don’t like that anymore?
Blair: No, you idiot! I mean what if someone we know sees. Wait, what am I saying? There will be nothing to see. This ends here.
Chuck: What about over there?
Blair: Okay. Hurry.
Chuck: I’ll be waiting in a telephone booth across from the dress circle. See you in five.
Chuck: If I could say something. I for one can fully corroborate Miss Waldorf’s story. She was indeed having an affair with Professor Forrester. I know this because I keep tabs on everyone Blair sees and talks to, due to my insatiable jealousy. Though she did state something to the effect that he didn’t quite satisfy her like I used to.
Blair: It’s true.
Serena: Now it’s our turn.
Chuck: Your obsession with Serena has grown tiresome.
Blair: Just because you have no money and delusions of grandeur does not make it okay for you to be a single white trash female.
Juliet: Nate, this isn’t me. You know that.
Nate: How would I ever believe anything you say again.
Blair: Well you can believe the part where she does her own hair.
Serena: You tried to destroy my friendship with Blair, my reputation, my academic career…
Chuck: You failed every time, and now it’s time for you to go.
Juliet: I’m trying to.
Nate: He’s talking about Columbia.
Blair: You don’t belong there anyway.
Chuck: If we catch you hanging around there again there will be consequences.
Blair: And we’re really good at payback.
Blair: There’s nothing I love more than coming home with a victory under my belt. What do you think our count is?
Chuck: For us, a million. The world, zero.
Blair: Sometimes I think a takedown’s better than sex.
Chuck: Don’t get crazy now.
Blair: Well it’s an endorphin rush.
Plus it makes me think of old times. I really appreciate you stepping up tonight.
Chuck: I wanted to say you owe me, but for some reason it didn’t feel right.
Blair: Wow. Holding back from a threat. It’s almost like something a friend would do.
Chuck: Maybe that’s because it’s what we are. Friends.
Blair: Well. Who knew it’d take tons of hate-sex and a public takedown for us to get here.
Chuck: I should be going. Good night, Waldorf.
Blair: Same to you, Bass.
Chuck: So I took your advice about the relaunch. After tonight it’ll be clear I’m back in the game. With Victrola, Gimlet, and The Empire as my flagship.
KC: Yeah, but a black and white ball? It’s so Hilton. Conrad, not Paris.
Chuck: I take your insult as flattering.
KC: Well don’t. People aren’t checking into The Empire for a black tie experience. They come to live like Chuck Bass. No rules, no repercussions.
Chuck: They still can. The hotel’s the same as ever.
KC: But you aren’t. When you disappeared you seriously damaged your brand. And the hotel has paid the price.
Chuck: So what do you suggest?
KC: If you want to rebuild you need to commit to being the hedonist everyone loves to hate. No one wants a soft-hearted has-been who’s worried about dating Blair Waldorf.
Chuck: Trust me, a relationship with Blair is the furthest thing from my mind.
Blair: My black Balenciaga will be perfect to publicly condemn you.
Chuck: I love poplin.
Blair: I love condemnation.
Chuck: I love you. lengthy and awkward pause.
Blair: Of course no one does black like Dior.
Blair: I heard what you said.
Chuck: What conversation are you referring to exactly?
Blair: Three one syllable words that, under the circumstances, you may or may not have meant.
Chuck: Do you want me to have meant them?
Blair: If they were true I would want to know. silence. Of course. People do lose their rational thought during sex. They bark and scream out for God and their mothers. I should get back to Anne.
Chuck: I meant it Blair. With all my heart. You going to say something this time?
Blair: I will. I mean… I do.
Chuck: In our life we can’t have everything. Anne won’t be the only person who might think you’re weak for forgiving me.
Blair: And you won’t build a business based on being New York’s bad boy bachelor.
Chuck: I understand the consequences. Are we willing to pay them?
Chuck: Just in time to hear KC tell me how I’ve destroyed my Bad Boy business plan once and for all.
KC: I warned you. But it turns out I was wrong. This party is so decadent—and the private rooms frankly illegal, the big romantic gesture showed the hedonist had a heart.
Chuck: So Blair’s the perfect balance.
KC: With the press this will get, you can expect the hotel will be fully booked by Monday.
Chuck: I’ll give you the money to start whatever foundation you want.
Blair: It won’t change anything. Anne’s right. As long as I’m with you I’m Hillary in the White House. And I want to be Hillary, Secretary of State but… with better hair.
Chuck: Then you’ll find another way to show the world you’re a force to be reckoned with. We’ll build our futures together.
Blair: I followed my heart all last year and it led me nowhere. Now I need to follow my head.
Chuck: You don’t need to chose between them. Look at Brad and Angelina. They take turns on top.
Blair: Yeah, but she won an Oscar first. I’m sorry, but I have to be Blair Waldorf before I can be Chuck Bass’ girlfriend.
Chuck: I love you.
Blair: I love you too. I don’t expect you to wait.
Chuck: If two people were meant to be together, eventually they’ll find their way back.
Blair: Do you really believe that?
Chuck: I do.
Blair: So do I.
Blair: What are you doing here?
Chuck: Thanksgiving. The only day of the year it’s acceptable to eat dinner before 8.
Blair: Oh. Of course, right. Thanksgiving.
Dorota: We bring pie.
Chuck: I should have asked Lily if you were coming. I can leave if you’d like.
Blair: Don’t be silly, I was just headed to JFK. But even if I wasn’t we should get used to little run-ins like these. I mean if Bruce and Demi can do it it can’t be that difficult.
Lily walking in: Oh! Blair, Dorota. What are you doing here?
Blair: Just bringing a little tradition. I’m spending the holidays with Daddy and Roman in Paris. I figured since we usually spend this day together that, you know, um… Is Serena here?
We thought she was with you.
Blair: No, I haven’t seen her since Chuck’s party. She never came home.
Eric: Okay, alright. Now I’m worried.
Chuck: She’s not at The Empire.
Lily: Well then where the hell is she?
Blair: After everything that happened today, and the thought of losing Serena forever, maybe a part of me is questioning what I said to you last week.
Chuck: I showed up today for Serena. What you said was right. We need to be on our own, figure out where we go from there. Otherwise we’re just torturing ourselves.
Blair: This isn’t torturing me.
Chuck: I can’t be your friend right now. As much as I wish I could.
Blair: I’m sorry.
Chuck: I’m not. I got to spend a little more time with you.
Blair: Happy Thanksgiving, Chuck.
Lily: Oh my god, that was punishing.
Chuck: I think my face actually hurts from smiling so much. Drink?
Lily: Please. It’s barely after noon but we’ve earned it.
Chuck: Serena only came up once.
Lily: Yes, and I kept my promise to Eric to tell the truth. She is exhausted. I know I am.
Lily: No, I did this for you! For your future. Look, it’s not like Mr. Donovan was guilt-free. He shouldn’t have been having an affair with a student.
Serena: But he didn’t do anything. Nothing ever happened.
Lily: Serena, you don’t have to protect him.
Serena: I’m not protecting him. He never touched me, Mom. You sent an innocent man to prison.
Chuck: Look, everyone here has crossed a line to protect someone they care about. Sometimes there’s collateral damage.
Rufus: It’s not so easy when you’re the collateral damage. Maybe it’s time to put everything on the table. Lily, do you have something you need to tell Chuck?
Lily: Well if there was something I wanted to tell Charles I would have told him.
Rufus: Lily’s selling Bass Industries.
Lily: It’s all very complicated. I had to talk to the board first.
Chuck: I trusted you with my father’s company. I want it back. Immediately.
Lily: Do you really think the board would allow me to give the company to someone who just disappeared for three months? Your instability is the reason that I ended up in charge in the first place.
Chuck: I won’t let you do this, Lily.
one week later…
Dan: See I told you. Food is more delicious when you cook it yourself.
That’s why we’re going to end this experiment in middle class living and then call the housekeeper to clean up.
Blair: No way! I stuck my hand up a turkey’s butt. You’re not getting out of your job.
Chuck: Well I’ve provided the location, so I did my part. Now I’m off to New Zealand to enjoy a taste of summer and girls who like sex games in the Rain Forest.
Dan: I’ll help clear. It’s only fitting seeing as I did the shopping, set the table and… oversaw the cooking.
Nate getting up to help: Alright.
Chuck: Goodbye, friends. Dan. I’ll see you in the New Year.
Nate: Wait. I’ll walk you out. Here. hands Dan the dishes.
Blair: New Zealand? That’s awfully close to Australia.
Chuck: You know me. I like the heat.
Blair: Well you’ll get plenty of it if you try to make a deal with the devil. Jack will never help you.
Chuck: Maybe. But a shared enemy makes for unlikely friends. to Nate: You ready? Happy Holidays, Blair.