"Blair: You sound like a jealous boyfriend.
Chuck: Yeah right. You wish.
Blair: No. You wish.
Chuck: Please. You forget who you're talking to.
Blair : So do you. Do you... like me?
Chuck: Define like.
Blair: 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. This is not happening.
Chuck : 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, those butterflies? Have got to be murdered."
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