Gossip Girl, Season 1

Chuck:
Are you ready for your present? [Blair pulls his hair] Ow! If you wanted to play rough all you had to do was ask.

Blair:
[Lets go of Chuck's hair] 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:
[Thinks and then lets out a laugh] No... You wish.

Chuck:
Please, you're forgetting who you're talking to.

Blair:
So do you. Do you...like me?

Chuck:
[Pauses] Define like.

Blair:
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? [Chuck looks horrified] 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 they inspire. But those butterflies, have got to be murdered.

Chuck:
Fine, it wasn't that great anyway.