blair: [sighs] you nauseate me.
chuck: all this talk about how you have to be with nate or the world will end. face it, it's over.
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.
chuck: [considers it] fine... it wasn't that great, anyway.
blair: thanks.