Gossip Girl: Minor Characters

Aaron: I don't want the same life that my parents had. Social obligations, saying no to all the things I want to say yes to ... I thought you felt the same way. If I was wrong, I apologize.

Aaron: I could explain who Tamara is and why she was at my apartment last night, but the fact is, you feel something or you don't. If you're looking for an excuse to keep us apart, that's fine.

Agnes: Why do you keep eating those pot brownies, Manny? You know sugar makes you spazz.

Asher: [to Dan] Are you calling me queer? I'm so queer I'm going to pop your sister's cherry tonight!

Ashley: Chuck Bass doesn't DO girlfriends.

Carol: A music video equals national exposure, it's the birth of a new art form.

Carol: All that money comes with strings attached, Lily; people treat you differently.

Carter: I wasn't proving it to them. I was proving it to you. To myself. I wanted to take responsibility for what I did.

Carter: I would rather have you hate me than feel sorry for me.

Carter: Old habits. Die hard. Don't worry, I'll find my way. Anyone see a girl in an orange dress.

Carter: What is this? Good cop, Bass cop?

Catherine: Nate makes me feel alive. I'm not gonna give that up.

Catherine: Nate, it's Catherine. Last night... was not smart. In fact, it was very, very stupid. Which is why we're going to have to be much more clever when we get back to the city. Call me when you get this.

Cece: The closing of this chapter leads to the opening of the next one.

Cece: Oh, my love. Some secrets can't stay hidden.

CeCe: You will always use your dessert fork for your entree. You will always feel under-dressed, no matter what you wear. At dinner parties, there will be difference; there a language that sounds like English and you think you speak it, but they don't hear you. And you don't understand them. As time passes, you'll feel like people never see you when they look at you, but wonder merely; whether you're Serena's whim or her... charity case. Until the day comes when you realize that girls like Serena don't end up with Dan Humphrey. They end up with the Carters of the world. And people like you; they turn to cocktail party anecdotes of their foolish youth. So, why don't you give it up and spare yourself the pain, hmm? I'm sure Serena will understand.

CeCe: I am willing to purchase all the paintings in this gallery in exchange of you convincing your son not to accompany Serena. Before you answer, remember a grown man with children is in a very different position than a young man. Money could be useful now, not to mention how much this sale would mean to your wife's career as an artist.

Young CeCe: I'll have a gin and tonic ... No tonic.

Young CeCe: Santa Barbara is really only a prison in my mind.

Cyrus: My Slavic language skills are pretty rusty but pretty sure she just said: Over my dead goat. Body? They sound similar.

Cyrus: Dorota's family. She practically raised Blair!

Damien: From what I recall from boarding school, it wasn't hard to get Serena out of her clothes.

Damien: Queen Bee likes the thrill, huh? Stick with me Jenny Humphrey and you'll have enough cash to run your entire kingdom.

Dorota: [on Blair's ruined dress] This body bag. Corpse not pretty.

Dorota: I call the Sonic Youths. They in Northampton. They try to make it.

Dorota: You have bad dream and you're sleeping with your chocolate.

Dorota: Blair loves the Empire State Building. Even though she doesn't want to, and she should just admit it and make all our lives easier.

Dorota: I feel very bad not wishing him happy birthday or bringing him Polish breakfast sausages in bed.

Dorota: Someday maybe you girls find true love, too. And your children not grow up to be bastards.

Dorota: Miss Blair, you have no friends. Even NYU minions very second-rate!

Dorota: Baby beat Dorota's stomach like Lars from Metallica.

Dorota: I sorry Miss Blair. I not talking with Vanya, and now he not stop calling. And texting. And tweeting. And writing on wall.

Dorota: Maybe girl from Brooklyn cry, Mr. Nate nice boy, he wipe tears, he touch her hair, she touch his... not that this ever happen to me.

Dorota: It is hard to love a powerful man.

Dorota: Mees Blair. Your martyr act, no good.

Dorota: Don't forget, God always watching Miss Blair.

Dorota: I think you should have worry about your daughter. Worry like before she went away.

Edith Wharton: There is no one as kind as you; no one who gave me reasons I understood for doing what at first seemed so hard.

Eleanor: [to Blair] Waldorf women are not socialites!

Eleanor: I am never letting this creature go.

Eleanor: Eavesdropping on the help is undignified. Plus it confuses them.

Eleanor: These Russians drink more than Larry Hagman on his first liver.

Eleanor: She hasn't been out of her room in days. It's like living with Howard Hughes.

Eleanor: Feed the masses, eat with the classes!

Eleanor: I don't even know how to say half the words in this prayer book named after Joe Lieberman's wife.

Eleanor: This is your family now, get with the program and fast.

Eleanor: High-end has fallen on hard times. Mr. Conwell can put my line in over 5,000 retail locations.

Eleanor: I told Laurel my daughter could make a better seating chart than that drug-addled publicist. It's a blessing she was hauled off to rehab for stealing her son's Ritallin.

Elise: It's kind of hard to party after the gay bomb drops.

Elizabeth: Or maybe that's what he wanted you to think. Bart was playing with people's heads all the time.

Elle: I've been bathing like the French in restaurant bathrooms all week.

Elle: I know things about these men that would destroy them.

Elle: Turn on CNN, walk down Wall Street, go to Washington, that's who they are, and if they find out that I let an outsider in — lose the card, the stamp on your arm will fade, and stop asking questions! Stop looking!

Elliot: I love Dorota. We're tight now. We talked about The Vampire Diaries in the elevator on Friday.

Emma: So I checked out Gossip Girl and I'm thinking we hit Socialista before we get to Beatrice.

Gabriel: Serena didn't steal me. She swept me away.

Gabriela: I want to hear all about the wedding. If I hadn't been boycotting the floral industry I'd have been there.

Gabriela: You're in love with her. It's all over your face.

Harold: Sweetheart, what matters most to me is not what college you go to, it's what kind of a person you grow up to be.

Hazel: Is a scandal still a scandal if you can't text about it?

Hazel: Beggars can't be choosers.

Isabel: Blair's leaving us behind. It's like the end of an era.

Isabel: [to Jenny] To think, I almost asked you to wear a matching dress tonight.

Isabel: Asher takes an unusually long time in the shower after lacrosse practice.

Isabel: I am so glad that Gossip Girl finally got her balls back, she was so turning into the new Page Six.

Jack: The last time I had a friend like that I wind up with gonorrhea.

Jack: Blair has seen the real you now. It's over. She could never love that. No one could.

Jack: That dress looks almost as beautiful on as I'm sure it will off.

Jack: Believe it or not I prefer women who actually want to have sex with me.

Jack: I never realized how many sex puns you can make out of Chuck Bass.

Jack: I was drinking. Took some over-the-counter pills they started keeping behind the counter. And some meth.

Jack: Blair ... I've already had everything of Chuck's worth having.

Jack: Who's your lucky escort this evening? Someone you picked up at the funeral?

Jack: Having the freshman class at Brearley hold their annual sleepover in my hotel room was a nice touch.

Jack: Is this who Chuck Bass imagines himself to be? A man who goes to the office, then comes home to wife? It's no coincidence your father had his most success when he was single. I invited a few friends to join us... guess I'll have to entertain them on my own. Last chance...

Julian: The characters in this play are smoldering tempests of emotion! You're as empty as the Federal Reserve.

KC: Clean up your mess or clean out your desk.

KC: That was amazing. You're like a diva whisperer. I'm KC, I'm Olivia's publicist.

KC: I understand. Like I'm sure you understand that you're fired.

Keith's girlfriend: Finally! Take the trash back to the Valley!

Kim Gordon: By the power vested in me by some sketchy service on the Internet, I now pronounce you husband and wife.

Laurel: Kirsten Dunst? So 2007. Her rehab barely made the radar.

Maureen: [to Blair] When it comes to these things, it takes a while to start to matter.

Maureen: Your affair ends now.

Minion: Vanessa is giving the toast again, and she's got some big pink claw thing!

Nelly Yuki: You can't do this stuff in college. People will think you're pathological.

Patrick: You think Blair had me thrown out because I'm a little tipsy? Or because I was talkin' to that high-priced call girl friend of hers?

Penelope: In the last 20 minutes I've been hit on by two Bronfmans and a gay designer. It was so worth it.

Penelope: Hazel! Clean my shoe.

Ms. Queller: I've already talked to your parents, at least those I could reach, and look forward to reading your personal essays. 10,000 words describing how you came to be on school property after hours, with alcohol and drugs, where a fellow student almost died. In other words what the hell is wrong with you?

Shapiro: You think Capote got national acclaim for In Cold Blood by judging the murderers?

Shapiro: You sent me five stories all about a sheltered young man with girl problems who lives with his dad in Brooklyn. You think that's going to knock the Yale admissions committee off their tenured asses?

Tripp: I did want you here. I find you smart and charming, and I wanted to help you out. But having you here ... I didn't realize how much it would affect me. Say something.

Tripp: Welcome to the next 30 years.

Ursula: Serena, you helped me find myself. Now I hope you are just as lucky.

Vanya: Dorota, from the first moment I saw you, I knew you were princess. And every day you make me feel like King.

William: I had a buddy that went to Exeter, and the stories he told would make Keith Richards blush.

Yale Guy: Chuck Bass, we've been waiting for you.