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.

(Gossip Girl #1×08)