Dagens citat för sista augusti! :)

Chuck: Say those three words you wanted me to say.
Blair: Are you kidding?
Chuck: Not quite. Eight letters. Three syllables. Say them and I'm yours.
Blair: I'm already yours, you're ruining the mood with all this talk.
Chuck: You can't say it. You wanted it from me.
Blair: I'm prepared to settle.
Chuck: Maybe I'm not.
Blair: Chuck Bass, I...will never say those words to you.
Chuck: Then you will never have me.