“Blair Waldorf: You sound like a jealous boyfriend.

Chuck Bass: Yeah right you wish.

Blair Waldorf: No you wish.

Chuck Bass: You forget who you're talking to.

Blair Waldorf: And so do you. Do you like me?

Chuck Bass: Define like?

Blair Waldorf: You've got to be kidding?

Chuck Bass: How do you think I feel...I haven't slept. I feel sick like there is something in my stomach. Fluttering.

Blair Waldorf: You know I adore all of God's creatures but butterflies have got to be murdered.”