Gossip Girl

Blair: You sound like a jealous boyfriend.

Chuck: Yeah right. You wish.

Blair: No. You wish.

Chuck: Please. You forget who you're talking to.

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

Chuck: Define "like."

Blair: You have 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. 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 that they inspire. But those butterflies? Have got to be murdered.