Well, I warn you, Dr Clarkson and I will fight to the last ditch.

Don't mess with me. What, you're working with Robertson?

You ever hear of Christine Jorgensen? Roberta Cowell?

You're part of Robertson's little secret society? Yes.

Neither am I. He's got the same blood on his hands that Loki does. But right now, we got to put that behind us and get this done.

Legitimately. Really, Dr Clarkson. I'm not a witness for the prosecution.

Maybe your friend Gunderson needs to head over to IKEA and assemble a sense of humor.

Can I please have Serena van Der Woodsen Join me onstage?

Jane, Mr. Robertson has made a special effort to talk to some of our graduating girls today.

How do you know it was Miss Van Der Woodsen's if you didn't read it?

I can't believe you don't get it. The rules are different for the Serena Van Der Woodsens of the world.

I had to support myself. I couldn't rely on Mr. Robertson's promise to see me through.

Uh, bold choice of attire, Mrs. Van Der Woodsen, unless it's what they're wearing on the runway these days.

It isn't even your pocket. Is it, son? Property of A.L. Ryerson.

Is that Eric van Der Woodsen? I thought he went home for the weekend. Guess it didn't happen.

Dr Clarkson wants to win your mother over to Granny's team. And will he? I don't believe so.

I do not understand you, my dear. Are you saying Dr Clarkson is a bad doctor? Certainly not.

Hey, Mel Gibson and Clint Eastwood. They're not a couple. Oh, okay, I get the game now.

So that bright future, that girl who was elite? She was gone. And I never saw Mr. Robertson again.

Mr. Robertson, it's good to see you again. It's been a while. Yes. From your perspective, I suppose it has.