Gossip Girl

Chuck: This is some good stuff.

Nate: I'm gonna need it. Blair's mom's at the country house.

Chuck: Yeah? Well then maybe I should swipe some of my dad's Viagra. [Nate looks nonplussed]. Or my mom's Paxil? Nathaniel, you're finally about to have sex with your girlfriend. It's like you're headed to your execution.

Nate: No man. I'm good.

Chuck: Talk to Chuck, buddy. You and Blair have been dating forever. Now there's a problem?

Nate: There's no problem. It's just, do you ever feel like our lives have been planned out for us? That we're just going to end up like our parents?

Chuck: That's a dark thought.

Nate: Aren't we entitled to choose? Just to be happy?

Chuck: Look, easy Socrates. What we're entitled to is a trust fund. Maybe a house in the Hamptons. A prescription drug problem. But happiness does not seem to be on the menu. So smoke up, and seal the deal with Blair. 'Cause you're also entitled to tap that ass.