DH: Blair Waldorf, who is basically everything I hate about the Upper East Side distilled into one 95-pound, doe-eyed, bonmot-tossing, label-whoring package of girly evil.
DH: I've sort of seen another side to her, I mean she's not that bad.
DH: I do think you deserve to be with someone who makes you happy.
DH: Plausible deniability? Blair, we kept us a secret because we were afraid there was something more.
DH: What? No no no. I don't like her. No, of course not. Not at all. I'm just curious. And you, I mean, she does... she does smell nice.
DH: She's intelligent, she's intuitive. You know? She weeps when she watches Nights of Cabiria.
DH: I'm in love... with Blair? I'm not in love with Blair. ...
DH: In spite of myself, and honestly many times in spite of her. I mean, I didn't want to. I've been trying to make it go away, but how do you kill a feeling?
DH: I want her to be happy.
DH: And it's because of you, Blair Waldorf. You have taught me how to live, how to enjoy everything the world has to offer. You have brought out this side of me I never thought existed. Before you, I did not truly know how to live.
DH: I don't want to be your friend, Blair. I want more, I want you.
DH: I thought you should get to feel like a princess one last time.
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