Blair: Why aren't you in Europe?
Chuck: I was in Paris, but only to get your favorite macaroons from Pierre Hermé.
Blair: And Germany?
Chuck: To pick up your favorite falke stockings. You know how I adore them.
Blair: What are you doing here then?
Chuck: You were right. I was a coward running away again. But everywhere I went you caught up with me. So I had to come back.
Blair: I want to believe you...but I can't. You've hurt me too many times.
Chuck: You can believe me this time.
Blair: That's it?
Chuck: I love you too.
Blair: But can you say it twice? No I'm serious. Say it twice.
Chuck: I love you. I love you. Mmm. There's three. Four...I love you.