You will keep the CD collection in alphabetical order, by last name, not first. Do you understand?
Oh yeah, definitely. But I don't see the need for me to dip into your diva collection any time too soon.
Oh, I think you'd be surprised at how a tortured and passion female voice can sooth an Achy Breaky Heart.
My heart is just fine, thank you very much.
Oh, sure it is little brother, sure it is.
Look, Doug, if you're referring to our brief jail house conversation, you can just chalk it up to drunken rambling.
Well, there won't be any of that on my watch. And I won't have any moping around like a love sick puppy, either. By the way, are you any good at decoupage?
Yes, Dawson. You know, looking out for you. Think back with me, way back, you know like the beginning of the school year. Dawson Leery returns from the big city a changed man, determined to sever ties with girl across the creek, so he asks trusted friend to look after said girl turning the delicate transitional period. Trusted friend of course he obliges and now trusted friend gets his head handed to him on a platter.
So you guys just traded me off like some sort of baseball card? Is that what this is about?
Us. You and me. I-I thought that...
I guess I thought something else, Pacey.
Well, Principal Green said the mural should focus on what unifies us as a school. And if you think about it, nothing really unifies us. Even our mascot is divisive. The Minute Man - right there you've alienated half the student population. So, the only thing that I could think of that unites us all, that we all have in common, is that... well it's that we all start off in kindergarten thinking that we can be anything that we want to be, and by the time we get here, we... we've somehow lost that feeling. We've all started to believe whatever our parents or friends have told us about what we can achieve and who we can be in life, and... and we've forgotten about that possibility we had when we were younger. And that's what I think we all have in common, and that's what the symbol on my painting means - possibility. I painted it because I thought we could all use a daily reminder that, if you believe in yourself, even when the odds seem stacked against you, anything's possible.
So, are you going to thank me?
Well, for all manner of things. Like defending your honor, bucking the system-
Tilting at windmills while in the throws of a misguided hero complex?
Well yeah, that too. [They pause and smile at each other])
Pacey, if I was going to thank you for anything it would be for being yourself and you know, not caring what anybody else thinks and for knowing in your heart what's right and wrong and...and for being here this year...when I needed you the most.
You're welcome. [Pauses and picks up a can of paint] So you want to help?
Be honest. The only reason you've been hanging out with me...is simply because Dawson told you to?
Yep, that's the only reason.
Hmm...you need to get a life.
Hey, Pacey! I think you've got that one covered. Hurricane won't take it down....you know it might make you feel better if you talk about it.
About what's bothering you.
There's nothing bothering me.
Fine. I'm fine. [Pause] Okay, so I do kind of have a problem.
Do you think it would be at all possible to...I don't know, pretend that it wasn't that obvious.
Well, only if we...pretend to have a conversation about it.
You really want to make me do that? [Pause] Okay...Okay...um, lets just say for the sake of argument that I had gotten myself into an impossible situation. That I had...hypothetically speaking, fallen for or was in the process of falling for the worst possible person I could fall for. What would you tell me to do?
I guess I would tell you that...impossible situations are only made better by doing something about them.
So I should just go and declare myself to her so that she can laugh in my face? That's a great idea.
How do you know that's how she would react?
Well I have it on pretty good authority that my rough charms don't really register on her rarefied romantic pallet. I mean lets face it, I've got Ducky written all over me.
Yeah. Ducky, Molly Ringwald's best friend from Pretty in Pink. The guy who definitely doesn't get the girl.
Yes, but he makes the girl feel good about herself. He does...he stands by her through innumerable fashion emergencies, he even humiliates himself by lip syncing in a public place and he takes her to the prom.
Where she promptly dumps him for another guy. [Laughs]
Alright, the question is, Pace, this...girl, that you have developed impossible feelings for, are you going to stand by her in a very Ducky like fashion or are you going to let hurt feelings and pride prevent you from being the friend you so innocently purport yourself to be.
[pause] I guess it just hurts, that's all.
Well that just means that it isn't pretend anymore.
Not bought. Rented. And this thing didn't come cheap either. It cost me a hundred bucks.
You said that already. Look, it's a limited time offer, so you should get cracking.
Pacey, did you fail to notice the size of this thing?
Well I just thought your next endeavor should be bigger and better than your last one. It's important that you keep on growing both as a person and as an artist. Now I also got you this [holds up a can of paint] and I know it's not going to cover the whole thing, but as the saying goes, the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Well I'm going to need your help on this one.
Ha, no no no no, not this time, you're on your own this time, sister. [starts to walk away]
Pacey, you're unbelievable, I mean as soon as I think I've got you all figured out, you go and you do something so...outrageous that...completely challenges me in a way that no one else would even think of that...in case I don't say it enough...thank you.
It's about time, Potter. It's about time. [Turns and walks away, then looks back at her once before leaving]
The one you named your boat after
True Love isn't a person, it's an idea. An unattainable idea.
Who's the unattainable girl?
Man, you just love getting under my skin, don't you?
I told you, there's no girl.
And why don't you just kiss her?
Why don't you just shut your mouth?
You have no problem taking a swing at a guy, but you can't tell a girl how you feel about her. Man, you're pathetic.
[referring to Joey] Is she a hottie?
I'm not gonna answer that.
C'mon, I'm nine. I got years before I even get near it. Least you can do is cough up a description.
She's so beautiful that when you look at her your knees tremble, your heart melts, and you know, without reservation, that there is order and meaning to the universe.
I'm not meant to. Isn't that obvious by now?
Because you're sixteen and alone? Come on.
Because I'm sixteen and in my entire life there's only been two people that have ever really known me. Dawson and-
-- This A.J. didn't know you. I don't care how you felt about him. He didn't know you, Joey. Because if he did, he never would have walked away.
I was gonna say you, Pacey.
Okay. [Pulls over to the side of the road]
Have you totally lost it?
Not totally, not yet. [He and Joey get out of the car and meet at the front] Alright, what did you mean by that?
About me knowing you better than anybody else.
Exactly what I said, Pacey. You know me, okay? In a way that nobody else besides Dawson ever has, so-
We're not talking about Dawson right now, we're talking about me, I mean you can't keep on doing this to me, Potter!
Doing what? What, so I count on you, I tell you secrets and then suddenly-
And you call me in the middle of the night to pick you up...why?
Well I'm sorry that I called, I thought that I-
I'm not mad that you called me. I just want to know why you called me.
You were the first person that I thought of, Pacey.
And what does that mean, Jo?
It means...I guess it...it means that I can talk to you and that you're there for me.
Don't you ever get tired of talking?
Well I get tired of talking
No, I don't get tired, what I..no-
I don't want to talk anymore
What are you trying to say, Pacey, why are we standing-
[Pacey cuts her off by kissing her]
[Pacey is kissing Joey on the side of the road. Pacey pulls back, holding her face lightly. Joey stares at him for a second, then raises her hands and hits him on the chest, pushing him backward]
Are you insane! How could you do that? How could you take some...simple declaration of friendship as an invitation to just maul me, Pacey! [Pushes him back again] Answer me! How-what were you thinking! [Hits him back once more] What!
What, I don't know, god it-it-it-it was an impulse.
[Hits him backward again] An impulse!
Yes! An impulse, uh, you know sudden, momentary and believe me, fleeting.
Do you have any idea the monumental implications of that meaningless little impulse! The ripple effect that it could create on our small, but fragile universe! You can't...
You're right, Potter, forgive me for thinking a kiss is just a kiss.
Well, it's true...a kiss is not just a kiss! Not between you and me and you know why!....Dawson! Remember? I mean, he factors into this little...hormonal meltdown!
I just had a meltdown? Forgive me if I don't think this is the worst tragedy in the history of human kind, that Pacey Witter in a moment of...impulsive, compulsive, hormone induced insanity would have the nerve to kiss Joey Potter! And you let me do it. You did, you let me do it! So what? Now I guess the world starts to unravel? Well excuse me while I get in the car! [He walks past her toward the car. Joey scoffs and starts walking the other way. Pacey notices she isn't following and turns around, seeing her walk away] Would you get in the car, Potter!
No! [Pacey, frustrated, put his hand on his head and gets in the car. He starts and drives it until he catches up with her]
Would you just get in the car, Potter, please?
I didn't even mean to do it! You know, this is me, Pacey, act first, think later, okay and now that I'm getting a chance to think about it...I take it all back, okay, so get in the car.
Jo, it's at least another six miles to your house, it is freezing cold outside and if you don't get in I'm just going to do this the whole way there, so would you get in, please? [Joey pauses as she thinks and then reluctantly gets into the car, slamming the car door and sitting angrily in her seat and looking out the window]
So I guess I'm to take from your angry silence you're not speaking to me anymore?
Great! Great, and how long do you plan on keeping that up?
How does indefinitely sound?
Just a second...[to Buzz] Listen, if you'll give us two minutes, I'll give you ten sodas and a box of sugar, what do you say?
There you go [Gives him money. Buzz runs off] Hey...
[Both speak at the same time]
[They stop and smile]
Well, uh...I just...I wanted to...I just wanted to say that, uh...I'm sorry. I mean all that stuff about disaster and Dawson and the ripple effect in our universe, it-it was all right, I mean, what I did, that was just monumentally stupid, I don't know what I was thinking, so...I just wanted you to know that it was an impulse, plain and simple, one that has left my body permanently...promise.
That's okay, Pacey, I mean...I totally overreacted, I mean something isn't a big deal unless you let it be and..and it...you know it's not a big deal...why get so upset? I mean it-it obviously meant nothing...right?
Right...right because what I did was a mistake
Right, well um, I guess that puts us back to just being friends [He holds out his hand, and fakes a smile]
[Takes his hand] Definitely. [She fakes a smile too]
Great. [pause] Uh, alright, well, uh...yeah, I should probably get going, once that kid gets all that sugar in him...watch out, he's a little terror, you know, probably have to chase him back home, it's two miles, not pretty.
Well then I...I guess I'll see you later, Pacey.
Yeah, I'll see you later, Joey.
