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.
Jack, I've had lovers, I've had boyfriends, but what I've never had is a boy who was first and last a friend. Who wasn't secretly trying to get in my pants, or wouldn't walk away from me the second I said I didn't want to sleep with him. Who liked me… for me. Unless you've recently decided to be bisexual? You know, I think you setting me up was a lot more about you than it was me.
Come on, give me a break. I do not have a secret crush on Henry Parker.
Neither do I, but that's not what I'm talking about. I mean that… maybe it's you who's lonely for the relationship.
Well maybe I am. But this isn't exactly New York where gay kids are tripping over each other coming out of the closet. This is Capeside, gay population: one. It's me. I'm it.
Jack, you're going to have a love life. You're going to have a fantastic love life. It's gonna be awesome, and terrifying, and, and when it happens it's going to change your whole life.
Yeah, it's easy for you to say.
I know it is. You have to have faith that sometimes things happen when they're least expected.
I slept with another guy six months ago! I knew it was wrong when I did it. I keep trying to tell you this and make you understand it. How many times do I have to say it?
Andie, If you wanted to sleep with him, if even just for a second, then maybe it wasn't wrong.
Maybe. Maybe that was just your heart's way of telling you that I'm not the one. 'Cause that's what my heart's telling me right now... it's telling me that you're not the one.
They voted for me because I'm blonde and I fill out my sweater,
That too, but I think when... you know, when kids voted for you, they voted for an outsider, you know? Provocateur, messiah to lead them from the mainstream.
I say witch is just a buzzword. For a girl who happens to follow her completely healthy, totally natural urges, and explore her sexuality. But see, you can't do that in school in the swingin' 1690s without getting the good townsfolk all up in arms. So what do these puritanical, impotent creeps do? Instead of reaching for the Viagra, they brand these girls as witches, they send them off to this godforsaken island to die a horrible solitary death.
Well, lucky for you, Jen... I mean, we live in a world where you can follow your natural urges without fear of persecution.
You're right. I would've been so burned at the stake by now.
