Girl: Do you.. like me?
Boy: .. Define "like".
Girl: 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?? Ooooo No no no no This is not happening.
Chuck: 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.-{Gossip Girl]