Butterflies have got to be murdered..

"Blair: Oh my God. 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.
Blair: Butterflies? Oh no, no, no, no no. You know that I adore all of God's creatures and the metaphors that they inspire, but butterflies have got to be murdered."