Blair:(Sighs) You nauseate me.
Chuck: All this talk about how you have to be with Nate or the world will end. Face it, it's over.
Blair: You sound like a jealous boyfriend.
Chuck: Yeah, right. You wish.
Blair: (scoffs) No. You wish.
Chuck: Please. You forget who you're talking to...
Blair: So do you. Do you like me?
Chuck: (after a pause) Define like.
Blair: Oh. You have got to be kidding. I do not believe this.
Chuck: How do you think I feel? I haven't slept. I feel sick, like there's something in my stomach... fluttering.
Blair: Butterflies? Oh, no, no, no, no. This is not happening.
Chuck: Believe me, no one is more surprised, or ashamed than I am.
Blair: Chuck, you know that I adore all of God's creatures and the metaphors that they inspire. But, these butterflies? Got to be murdered.



Herregud, i never saw that coming O_o
Jag älskar Chuck <3