Yeah Serena was stuck in that huge triangle of Nate or Dan for years. It irritated me after awhile.

How did it go on the tablet when you did it?

Yay! Well then that's really good.

Okay... gotta keep up... more quotes from S2:

Chuck: Wanna get in? I'd love to give you a ride.
Blair: Oh I'm sure you would. Too bad you've made the terms of that arrangement impossible.
Chuck: About that. Maybe I was a little too hasty. Come on. Get n.
Blair: Maybe I don't want you anymore.
Chuck: Don't torture me. I'm dying. As Blair approaches the car, Chuck locks it. All you have to do is say those three magic words.
Blair: I hate you.

Chuck: I gave you a shot. And while your efforts were admirable, I'm bored. And you've ruined my pants. Goodnight, Blair.

Blair: Are you here to gloat?
Chuck: Over what?
Blair: Well you won. Pop the champagne.
Chuck: I didn't win.
Blair: Then why does it feel like I lost?
Chuck: The reason we we can't say those three words to each other is because they are true.
Blair: Then why?
Chuck: I think we both know the moment we do it will be the start of something and the end. Think about it. "Chuck and Blair going to the movies". "Chuck and Blair holding hands".
Blair: We don't have to see those things. We can do the things that we like.
Chuck: What we like is this.
Blair: The game.
Chuck: That and I'm not sure how long we'd last. It'd just be a matter of time before we messed it all up. Look, I'd rather wait. And maybe in the future.
Blair: I suppose you could be some excruciating pleasure.

Ooooo I loved this one:
Blair: Limos and virgins. Your specialty.
Chuck: Just so you know, while there are few things I consider sacred, the back of the limo is one of them.

Blair: What do you want, Bass?
Chuck: It occurred to me today when I was having my afternoon shiatsu that I should choose your date.
Blair: You? Why?
Chuck: Why not? And it would let me prove I know you better than anyone else.
Blair: Fine. Then I choose yours.
Chuck: I bring a date for you, you bring one for me. Let's see who's paying attention to the other's desires.
Blair: There has to be something to keep you honest. And to make things interesting.
Chuck: Name the stakes.
Blair: If you actually like your date, I get your limo for a month.
Chuck: Fine. And if you like yours I get Dorota.
Blair: What? Dorota?
Dorota: Yes Miss Blair?
Blair: Fine.
Chuck: By the way, I take my breakfast in bed.
Blair: What are you staring at? Go polish something.

Chuck: No, I told you. Under 18 and I want verification. I don't care where you have to import them from. I want them young and unstable.

Chuck: Nathaniel. Did we speak last night?
Nate: Uh. No. Why, what's up?
Chuck: I'm not sure. But I think last night may have been the greatest night of my life.

Chuck: Blair. This guy—
Blair: What? Dishonest? Bad news? He can't be any worse than you.
Chuck: I'm the one trying to help you!
Blair: Help me? Is that what you were doing at your little gentleman's club while my life was going up in flames? I'd rather take Carter's help.

Oh Blair. I think you've had too much to drink.
Blair: Oh. You would know. Three DUIs now, is it? Not that I blame you. Her way to escape the whispers that you made your money in adult entertainment websites.
Chuck stepping in: Sorry everyone. Pulls Blair away.
Blair: Bye!
Chuck to the porn impresario: Big fan of your sites

Chuck: What are you doing? Trying to destroy the old you? Burn every bridge? It won't help. Believe me I've tried.
Blair: Well maybe I should head up to the roof, make it a little more dramatic.
Chuck: This isn't you.
Blair: How would you know?
Chuck: Because I know you better than I know myself.
Blair: Oh. Right. You can see right through me. Can't you, Chuck? Right to my core. Do you remember the first time you saw the real me? The Blair that danced for you that night at Victrola? The Blair with none of the hangups, none of the frustrations. That's the Blair right here. Take me now.
Chuck: Why?
Blair: To prove that nothing matters.
Chuck: No. This isn't you. It's not the Blair I want.
Blair: That's right. And I never will be again.

Blair: I can't believe I have to see my sworn enemy with Nancy Pelosi hair.
Chuck: Now that you mention it, maybe it's best if I go in alone.
Blair: What?
Chuck: You just said it: you're enemies. Why would she help you?
Blair: Because I'm going to threaten to send her back to boot camp if she doesn't.
Chuck: Blair, Georgina and I go way back. We have a special bond. I can handle this one.
Blair: You didn't even need me here. You just wanted to get me alone. Away from Nate. Away from our first night in our apartment.
Chuck: And his motives were pure of course. I'm sure it's a simple coincidence that he asked you to move in right when you and I began speaking again.
Blair: He asked me so I wouldn't have to take the subway next year.
Chuck: That's maybe why he got the lease on the place. But asking you to move in was for my benefit. Ask him yourself. Or you could just trust him. The fact remains: you chose to spend the night in a car over a night in your honeymoon suite with nate. But then again we all know your weakness for limos.
Blair: I came here for my best friend.
Chuck: Is that the only reason?

Blair: What do you think?
Chuck: I sense aspiration, yearning. Striving to be accepted. But then... there's this appealing counternote of sincerity and optimism. This is the story of a young girl who's enjoying her first taste of the spoils of dirty oil. It's perfection.

Chuck: Listen. Blair—
Blair: No, me first. Nate's waiting for me to give him an answer.
Chuck: I heard.
Blair: But you want to know what's stopping me. I can't answer his question while I'm waiting for you to answer mine. The one I asked you forever ago. What are we Chuck?
Chuck: Blair—
Blair: Last fall you said we couldn't be together. And I believed you. But every time I try to move on you're right there, acting like—
Chuck: Acting like what?
Blair: Like... maybe you just want me to be as unhappy as you are.
Chuck: I would never wish that on anyone. I want you to be happy.
Blair: Then look down deep, into the soul I know you have, and tell me if what you feel for me is real. Or if it's just a game. If it's real, we'll figure it out. All of us. But if it's not... then please Chuck. Just let me go.
Chuck: It's just a game. I hate to lose. You're free to go.
Blair: Thank you.
Serena: Chuck why did you just do that?
Chuck: Because I love her. I can't make her happy.

Serena: Oh! I can't believe Blair won.
Nate: Yeah. Who even voted for her?
Chuck: Me. About 150 times. I wasn't putting the Nelly Yuki ballots in, I was taking them out.
Serena: But what about what she said you did to her limo and her hotel and her corsage?
Chuck: The dress looks better without it.