Blair: So do you, do you ... like?
Chuck: Define 'like'?
Blair: Ohh! Ahh! You have got to be kidding! I do not believe this!
Chuck:How do you think i feel? I havent sleep, i feel sick, like there is something in my stomach ... fluterring.
Blair: Butterflies? Oh no no no no no! No no no! This is not happening!
Chuck: Believe me no one is more surprise or ashamed than i am
Blair: 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!
Chuck: Fine! It wasnt that great anyway
Blair: Thanks!