What we have is a great love. It’s complicated. Intense. All-consuming. No matter what we do and how much we fight, it’ll always pull us in.

Blair: What do we have, Chuck?
Chuck: Tonight. So shut up. And dance with me.

Blair: What do you think about my coat?
Chuck: I like it. Why?
Blair: And now?
Chuck: Even better.
Blair: And what about my headband?
Chuck: I admire it.
Blair: And what about my stockings?
Chuck: Oh I adore them.
Blair: And my dress?
Chuck: I worship it.
Blair: How do you feel about me? Say it.

“three words eight letters…”