Today I break my promises..
Blair Waldorf: Do you... 'like' me?
Chuck Bass: Define like.
Blair Waldorf: You have got to be kidding me.
Chuck Bass: How do you think I feel? I can't sleep! I feel sick, like there's something in my stomach... fluttering.
Blair Waldorf: Butterflies? Oh no, no, no, no no.
Tú me lo das todo con tan solo respirar.