jeremy, enough! i am not going to formal with you. jeremy slinks off as margot arrives, agitated.
i can't believe you're getting engaged!
i don't understand why you're completely disregarding your signature color. she holds up a tiny pink slipdress.
elle, you've heard the man pass gas in his sleep. that practically means you're pre-engaged. '" the saleswoman approaches with the dress, kiss-assy smile on her face.
where's the rock?
is it a kappa?
what happened?
how could this happen?
are you sure?
helloo.  you let him have anal sex with you.
what's the thing that always makes us feel better, no matter what? .
no -- the thing after that,
it was awful. we all thought she'd be the first to walk down the aisle and now she's totally adrift.
elle? she'll never get him back with those cuticles.
my cousin had them. apparently you get a really bad rash on your -- elle interrupts her.
i mean, i know you're upset and all, but can't you just take a sedative? elle rolls her eyes at their naivete.
there he is!
absolutely!
;;po you have the rock yet? elle lies.
well, hurry up so you can come home! we miss you!
oh, my god! i completely forgot to tell you!
i got bangs!
we're on our way to the bridal show in new york so we thought we'd rescue you from law school for the night.
where's warner?
bring her, too. c'mon. you can wear one of elle's outfits.
okay. . . call us if you change your mind. they start to head out. margot hands sa-rah the bottle of champagne.
go, elle! donovan takes a seat in the audience. as he passes by brooke:
i wish we could stay longer, but i have a game.