Blair: Do
you..
like me?
Chuck: ..
Define "like".
Blair: You've 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??
Ooooo No 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 they inspire, but those butterflies... have
got to be
murdered.
-{Gossip Girl]
