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.
