Blair: Do you like me?
Chuck: Define like…
Blair: *laughs* 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? Oh no ... no no no, this is not happening! ... Chuck, you know that I adore all of god's creatures and the metaphors that they inspire. But those butterflies, have got to be murdered.