-Chuck: All this talk about how you have to be withNate or the world will end. Face it. It's over.

-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: Oh. You have got to be kidding. I do notbelieve this.

-Chuck: How do you think I feel? I haven't slept. Ifeel sick, like there's something in my stomach, fluttering.

-Blair: Butterflies? No-no-no-no-no. This is nothappening.

-Chuck: Believe me, no one is more surprised orashamed than I am.

-Blair: Chuck, you know that I adore all of god'screatures and the metaphors that they inspire but...those butterflies have gotto be murdered.

-Chuck: Fine. It wasn't that great anyway.

-Blair: Thanks.