The theme of this week's episode of Gossip Girl was "Who the hell do you people think you are?" Don't believe me? To wit:
Dan: you're helping Blair? To get with Chuck? I don't care if you didn't know what they did to Vanessa. You know better. And in the process of helping BLAIR, you're not straight up with Serena? Dude, that's why you guys broke up! Who do you think you are?
Jenny: you're really telling off Elanor Waldorf? The highly successful designer that gave you your start? And who is Agnes? And why are you traipsing about in your undies with her? And what makes you think that you can make it as a designer on your own? You're 15! Who do you think you are?
Serena: Aaron the artist? Really? So you're gonna go from Dan the Writer to this clown? What's next, Phil the Photographer? Pete the Poet? Look, any chucker can throw some paint on a canvass (or put up some dopey, nonsensical "installation" in Brooklyn). But to weave together words, like a tapestry lovingly crafted, worthy of appearing in the Paris Review? That takes a certain kind of genius. But yeah, go with the guy who remembers the campfire tunes you used to sing as kids. Hey, Serena. In eighteen-hundred and forty-three, the Canadian Railroad hired me. Wanna grab some drinks? Also, who do you think you are?
Nate: see above. She's 15. Who do you think you are?
Blair and Chuck: Do I have to ask?
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