GOSSIP GIRL/SKINS; chuck & cook.
Chuck Bass (Gossip Girl) & James Cook (Skins).
The similarities between these two characters are pretty obvious to see, I know. But, as I began to make the picspam, I saw that there were more similarities that I'd never noticed before; more subtleties. So, this picspam was born! Cook & Chuck = ♥
o1, they're the life and soul of the party.
CHUCK: You've lived through Ivy Week, and hopefully gained entry into the college of your choice. Now?
Let's ruin those chances. Let me remind you of the rules. As of this moment, there is no outside world
that I do not show you. You eat what I provide; practice what I preach. Until I say so, the only girls you talk
to are the ones I've paid for. Let the lost weekend commence.
EFFY: You promised me a party. Where is it?
COOK: Can't you feel it, kids? It's the sound of the underground. Come on, you suckers. Let's go.
EFFY: Cool.
o2, they're in love with the wrong girl.
CHUCK: Look, I know you hate me. I was in love with Blair and I'm sorry, we do not have time to argue
about this.
NATE: This isn't like you.
CHUCK: It's your dad. It's bigger than... all the other stuff.
NATE: I'm sorry. For all of it.
CHUCK: So am I.
NATE: So, you said you loved her. That's ah... well, never heard you say that before. About anyone.
COOK: I had it all planned out, man. Get a boat of our own, moor it down here, a job... everything. But
she doesn't love me.
FREDDIE: She does. I know she does.
COOK: She loves you better.
FREDDIE: I was with her last night. Do you understand? So, you know what I've come here to ask you.
Cook, please... please, just say it's okay.
COOK: I can't. Freds... I just can't. I'm sorry. I just fucking love her. I'm sorry. I fucking love her.
FREDDIE: But we can't share, can we?
o3, they've got best friend issues... and, as always, there's a girl involved.
NATE: Did you sleep with her, huh? You son of a bitch, I could kill you.
CHUCK: Could we talk about this without your hands around my neck?
NATE: What did you do; did you get what you want like all those other girls?
CHUCK: Yes, Nathaniel. I took what Blair kept throwing at you and you kept throwing back.
NATE: Oh, so somehow you screwing Blair for sport is my fault?
CHUCK: It wasn't for sport. She needed someone and I was there.
NATE: Oh, so you cared about her?
CHUCK: You guys were broken up.
NATE: For how long? A week? An hour?
CHUCK: Look, I'm sorry, alright? I know how long you and I have been best friends, okay?
NATE: No, it's not okay, Chuck. From now on, you stay away from me.
COOK: What the fuck are you doing here?
JJ: We thought you might be in trouble.
COOK: Do I look like I'm in trouble? I'm fucking ten times better than you've ever been, you pair of
miserable, boring shites.
FREDDIE: Where is she?
COOK: Ah, yeah, right. That's why you came. Fucking hell - you don't know when you're fucking beat,
do you?
JJ: Guys, this isn't how it's supposed to -
COOK: How did you find me?
JJ: She called him... but just stop this, alright? Listen to me, please. Just listen-
FREDDIE: JJ, stop it.
COOK: Fuck off, JJ.
JJ: Oh, okay then. Well, you know, flipping-flip the both of you then. Fuckturds!
COOK: Enter the race.
FREDDIE: You what?
COOK: Enter the race. The winner gets to keep her. Forever.
FREDDIE: You're a child.
COOK: You're a pussy. Come on, let's fucking settle this.
FREDDIE: In a race?
COOK: You got any other ideas?
o4, they've got major daddy issues.
DAN: My dad's gonna kill me.
CHUCK: Count yourself lucky.
DAN: Lucky? How is it lucky that my own father's gonna murder me?
CHUCK: My father doesn't care enough to get angry.
DAN: Yeah, I'm sure.
CHUCK: Please. He expects this. He'll be annoyed that he has to call his lawyer.
DAN: Has he always been like that?
CHUCK: Just since the day I was born.
DAN: Nah, that's crazy. Not even Bart Bass hates babies. It's in our DNA. I think Disney did a study.
CHUCK: He hated me.
DAN: That doesn't make sense.
CHUCK: It does if his beloved wife died giving birth to me.
DAN: That's not your fault.
CHUCK: Tell him that. Sometimes, I swear he thinks I killed her. Who knows? Maybe I did.
COOK: Dad? I thought we was gonna take this town by storm - you and me.
COOK SR.: I'm not letting that twat take my boat.
COOK: Well... can't I just come with you then?
COOK SR.: Look, I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask you to turn up here - there's no fucking space.
(Cook takes the keys out of the boat's ignition, and clutches them tightly).
COOK SR.: What the fuck are you doing? Give me the keys.
COOK: No.
COOK SR.: Let me tell you something, James. I never fucking wanted you in the first place. So give
me the keys, and get off the fucking boat.
COOK: No.
COOK SR.: Give me the fucking keys!
COOK: No.
(Cook Sr. goes back inside the boat, and comes out with a flare, which he lights).
COOK SR.: Now give daddy the keys, or I'm gonna melt your fucking face off. Be sensible son, I'll
fucking do it. I'll fucking do it. I don't give a fuck.
COOK: I don't, either.
o5, but someone is always there for them.
(A drunken Chuck is on the roof, standing dangerously close to the edge).
JACK: Chuck, your father wouldn't have wanted this.
CHUCK: Dear old Dad? Unfortunately, all I know is what he didn't want... which is me. I'm Chuck Bass! No one cares.
BLAIR: I do. Don't you understand? I'll always be here. I don't want you going anywhere. I couldn't bear it. So whatever you want to do to yourself, please don't do that to me. Please.
(Chuck takes her hand, and falls into Blair's embrace).
CHUCK: I'm sorry.
BLAIR: It's okay.
FREDDIE: Cook... are you alright?
COOK: He didn't mean it. What's the fucking difference? Nothing good ever stays with me. Absolutely
nothing.
FREDDIE: You've got me.
o6, not that you need reminding, but they're kind of hot.
CHUCK: Don't mock the scarf, Nathaniel. It's my signature.
COOK: They all come to the Cookie Monster in the end.
o7, simply put, they are chuck bass & james cook.
CHUCK: I'm Chuck Bass.
COOK: I'm Cook!