Blair: Chuck. Aren't you done trying to destroy my night?
Chuck: Look, I never should have abandoned you. I knew I made the wrong decision as soon as your plane took off. I distracted myself all summer, hoping I wouldn't feel it, but I still do.
Blair: And?
Chuck: I was scared. I was scared that if we spent the whole summer together, just us, then you'd see.
Blair: See what?
Chuck: Me. Please don't leave with him.
Blair: Why? Give me a reason. And "I'm Chuck Bass" doesn't count.
Chuck: Because you don't want to.
Blair: Not good enough.
Chuck: Because I don't want you to.
Blair: That's not enough.
Chuck: What else is there?
Blair: The true reason why I should stay right where I am, and not get in the car. Three words. Eight letters. Say it, and I'm yours.
Chuck: I...I...
Blair: Thank you. That's all I needed to hear.
(p'tite kass-dédi à mon chuck bass, si il passe par ici)