Wednesday 21 October 2009 photo 1/1
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Blair: Do you... 'like' me?
Chuck: Define like.
Blair: You have got to be kidding me.
Chuck: How do you think I feel? I can't sleep! I feel sick, like there's something in my stomach... fluttering.
[disgusted]
Blair: Butterflies? Oh no, no, no, no no.
[horrified]
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 that they inspire, but those butterflies have got to be murdered!
Chuck: Fine! It wasn't that great anyway.
Blair: Thanks!
Chuck: Define like.
Blair: You have got to be kidding me.
Chuck: How do you think I feel? I can't sleep! I feel sick, like there's something in my stomach... fluttering.
[disgusted]
Blair: Butterflies? Oh no, no, no, no no.
[horrified]
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 that they inspire, but those butterflies have got to be murdered!
Chuck: Fine! It wasn't that great anyway.
Blair: Thanks!
Annons