B: What are you doing?

J: My dad and I got in a fight. I was crashing at Eric's,

and he finally chased me down.

B: You're lucky. You have a family who fights for you.

Mine doesn't even care if I'm there.

J: Your mom loves you in her own way, Blair.

B: But the way your father loves you, I've never had that.

My own dad, as sweet as he is, isn't here.

Your father will go anywhere for you, any time.

I know, because I've sometimes even made it happen.

B: What? What? Is it my hair?

J: No. You're just wrong.