Pacey, you probably don't want to hear this right now, and I'm sure you don't want to hear it from me, but you have to talk to her.
No, not right now. I couldn't even look at her right now.
You have to, Pacey. You have to hear her out.
Why? What's the difference, Joey, huh? No matter what she says the ending's still the same. She slept with somebody else.
You think that just because the two of you were together what she did hurts more? It doesn't. There's no difference, Pacey, I mean... Look, she's sixteen years old and so are you. We talk like we know what's going on, but we don't. We don't have any idea. Look, we're really young and we're gonna screw up a lot! You know, we're going to keep changing our minds and … and sometimes even our hearts. And through all of that, the only real thing we can offer each other is forgiveness. And I couldn't do that. Or at least I did it too late. Don't let yourself get so angry that you stop loving because one day you wake up from that anger and the person you love will be gone
No, I wanted to consult the people I thought I trusted to determine what the best thing was to do. I never thought anyone would be so weak or so self motivated to actually swipe it.
Weak and self motivated, huh? Now which one of those two colorful adjectives would i be?
You are who you are, Pacey.
Yes I am, Dawson. And so are you. [Pokes him in the chest] You, Dawson Leery are a self-righteous, son of a bitch who cares more about his rose colored defunct 1950s belief system then the people who fail to live up to it, huh?!
Interesting choice of words coming from a smug, cold-hearted son of a bitch who just dumped his girlfriend after she begged and pleaded for an ounce of sympathy.
At least I didn't send her father to prison.
No, you just made her go crazy. [Pacey punches him in the eye. Dawson turns around punches Pacey on the lip, sending Pacey to the ground]
Ah...[Joey comes out from the building to see what's going on]
What happened? Dawson, what are you doing? [She goes to Pacey, leaning down and holding his arm]
It's my fault, I'm sorry.
Dawson, this has got to stop! [to Pacey] Are you okay?
Hey, brought you a Pepsi.
No thanks, I'm not thirsty.
It's for your lip, moron. I'm out of ice.
I can't believe he thought I'd take that-
I thought if I'd earned anyone's respect, it was his. I mean, if the guy who knows you better than anybody on earth thinks you're a loser, then maybe...
Then maybe you are one? Come on, I mean I thought you were a loser for years but you never believed me. [They smile at each other]
It's just...you know when does a person start believing the general consensus about themselves?
When it's right. [They pause and look at each other]
Can you tell your friend Dawson that I'm innocent? I mean, he'll believe you.
No, my friend? Look he's your friend too. And you know as well as I do that he's somewhere right now sulking over the gravity of his wrongful accusation.
Well good, let him stew in his own pride for a while.
Now we're all guilty of that.
Hey, I'd never accuse him of cheating.
Yeah, well I'm pretty sure he'd never take the first swing at you.
He started that whole thing!
I'm not getting into this.
What do you think happened to that test?
I don't know. And to be honest, I don't want to know. I mean there are certain things in life you're just...better off not knowing. And things that you wish you never knew, never asked and...never saw.
Okay, so tell me honestly...does it look that bad?
On your face, any reconstructive surgery whatsoever, is a definite improvement. [Pacey gives her a look, she smiles and laughs]
What are you auctioning off?
C2Cheerleader #2
Well, the winner gets to ride in on the Minuteman Mule, at the end of the game.
C1Cheerleader #1
And receive a kiss from the head cheerleader.
C1Cheerleader #1
Now Jenny...
Jen! OK, it's Jen. You know this whole thing just started as a bad joke, and excuse to get out of biology but you see what it's turned into? I have pranced around this entire school at pep rallies without even knowing what the hell pep is. I have listened to prate and paddle about car washes, dance-athons and dog-sitting until I think I'm going to puke up my homemade spirit cookie.
And despite the itch I am getting on my ass from this polyester molest-me skirt, I've done it all with a smile of my face. But you know what ladies? The smile has gone. I'm sorry, but there is no way that I'm going to be sold off like some harem girl to the highest bidder. Everyone has a limit, and I've reached mine. I quit!
Why didn't we just drive?
Because, Potter, on occasion my pop actually likes to use his car.
So I risk my future to cut class so I could stand in line at the post office and then traipse five miles through the wilderness carrying some stupid package?
Oh, God. You know, did you ever stop to think about how much hormonally charged energy you waste on these quick quips and the biting banter? Your life would be considerably more productive if you would just take some more, ah… oh, what is that? More, ah… action! If you took more action.
Oh, what, like voluntary manslaughter?
Well how 'bout sticking out your thumb, huh?
Oh yeah? And what else? Maybe hike up my skirt, pout my lips, strike some sexy pose for some horndog trucker? Stick out your own thumb you sexist toad.
I am not a sexist, I am a pragmatist. OK? You ever seen The Sure Thing? That movie elegantly portrays one of life's simple truths-that a female standing on the side of a road, even one with a perpetual scowl like yourself, has a better chance of flagging down a car than a guy.
Since I'm the only one here with an opposable thumb, I guess it's up to me to use it.
[a car approaches] And here's your chance. [He jumps over some bushes]
[Joey sticks her thumb out as a car approaches. It slows down and comes to a stop, to Joey's surprise]
[leaning into the window] Hi...
PGPrincipal Green
Today is your lucky day Miss Potter, need a ride back to school?
[showing her an old boat] Isn't she beautiful?
Yeah, in a Titanic, post-iceberg sort of way. Where did you get this?
A friend of my brother's, he works down at the marina. He rescued her after the last hurricane. The guy who owned it didn't want her any more, so I convinced him to sell it to me for like, two hundred bucks. When I finish with this boat it is going to be sheer perfection. Look at that.
Pacey, do you know how much money and time it will take to even get this boat to float?
Yeah. Not a minute more or less than as long as it takes me. You watch, Potter, in a couple of months I'll be sailing this baby around the world.
I hate to break it to you Captain Stubing, but you can't sail around the world in a twenty foot boat.
Where are you going to put the supplies?
Hey, the USS Minnow was no bigger than this, and they found room for all of Mr. Howell's money, all the professor's tools, all of Ginger's clothes...(Joey starts to go up the ladder) And where do you think you're going?
(She smiles and steps down to the ground, then holds up her hand) Permission to come aboard?
(Smiles and holds out his hand) Permission granted. (He takes her hand and helps her up the ladder to the boat)
The night you were born I cried like a baby.
Did you really? I didn't know that.
I think I cried for 24 hours straight. Holding you, so small in my arms, I never knew I could love anything so much, so fast. So utterly. Part of me was terrified. Raising a son is more a matter of faith than most people know.
You're right. I think I realized something today.
That my job as a father, isn't to give you the whole picture, because the truth is, I can't see it myself. My job is to try and help. And every now and then, fit a piece of the puzzle.
I hope so. But your future, your expectations… they belong to you. Don't let anybody stand in the way. Not even me.
You always pushed me to be my own person. To think for myself. I just did what you taught me.
You can't tell me there's someone else you'd rather be star gazing with?
OK, you got me. Matt Damon.
What, you don't approve? OK, I'll have to go with Ben Affleck then. Well, he has that scruffy, indie-cred appeal. Well?
No comment. Besides, I was talking more about the realm of say, possible… Henry, for instance?
Yeah, the guy who paid 500 bucks just to kiss you? You gotta admit, that's kind of sweet.
Jack, Jack, Jack, my naive little pet, it's the sweet ones that you have to watch out for. They'll run over you like a Mack truck.
Well Henry's harmless. Besides, he worships you.
He's a teenage boy. He'll worship anything in a Wonderbra.
