Dawson: Oh god, she's [Jen] perfect.
Joey: Perfect? Dawson, you disappoint me.
Dawson: Those eyes, that hair...
Joey: Well, I grant you that the girl has certain physical attributes but nothing so original or mysterious to want
perfection.
Dawson: Okay, easy.
Joey: I mean, a face like that leaves nothing to the imagination. The well-maintained good looks of an upper-middle class
New Yorker. There's no mystery there. I can see her entire future in that pose.
Dawson: Really?
Joey: Yeah. In three years her above average SAT scores will grant her admission into a small liberal arts college
somewhere in New England where she'll major in...art history before returning to Manhattan to marry a bond trader she
meets some Saturday afternoon at America's cup watching party. Within a year they move to suburban Connecticut,
refurbish an old farm house, and raise three neurotically perfect children.
Dawson: You've put quite a bit of thought into this.
Joey: Not really. It's just so obvious.
Pacey: Dawson I think, I think I should get to take a look at that tape.
Dawson: Sure. We'll arrange a private screening for you.
Joey: Yeah, so you can flag the bishop in privacy!
Pacey: That's really clever how you turn all the sexual repression into humour.
Pacey: Dawson, don't forget man, I want to see that tape.
Joey: Pervert.
Pacey: Prude.
Pacey: Well, I'm not cursed with self awareness like you are, Dawson, but I know enough to know how people see me. I
mean, I'm not the guy who gets the girl. The guy who talks about getting the girl, but not the guy who gets her. Enough
people say that stuff about you and you start to believe it yourself.
Dawson: I'm not quite following you here Pacey.
Pacey: I got the girl this time, Dawson.
Dawson: What?
Pacey: Yeah. Call it the law of averages, call it an act of God, call it whatever you want, but I got her.
Dawson: Who? Pacey, who'd you get?
Pacey: Oh man, you know what, Dawson, I don't know how to tell you this but the guy with the brown hair and the
throbbing neck muscles..the guy with Tamara Jacobs...uh, that's, that's me.
Dawson: You should see my parents lately. It's disgusting. It's like, half the time they're making out or dry humping
in the living room. You know, what's sad is I'm actually jealous of my parent's sex life.
Joey: What do you mean? Blondie isn't giving you any. I thought by now you would of uh..
Dawson: You're real romantic, aren't you Joey?
Joey: Well, personally I don't think you're going to get anywhere unless you off the wicked grandmother.
Jen: No, Dawson and Joey are just friends. Sure, I mean maybe there's some of that sexual tension thing that happens when a guy and a girl have been friends for so long but that's as far as it goes.
Grams: Oh, Jennifer, you exasperate me, everything I say isn't meant as criticism.
Jen: No, I know, I know, some of it's meant as judgement.
Tamara: Pacey. Every piece of literature that you read this year will have sex in it. Everything you read last year
probably as well.
Pacey: But it's not real sex. I mean, it's sex as a cautionary tale, sex is a warning. I'm not kidding about this. Every
time somebody in one of those books has sex, something bad has to happen to them. Romeo and Juliet. They have sex,
next thing you know they're killing themselves. The Scarlet Letter. Ester Prinn has sex and next thing you know she's an
outcast for life. The, uh, Greek one...
Tamara: Odepius?
Pacey: Yeah, that one! That guy sleeps with some chick, who granted is his mother, he's so freaked out by it, he pokes
out his own eyes. Okay? That's not real life. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it has been known to happen, that every once
in awhile, two people sleep together, they enjoy it, and afterward everything works out fine.
Dawson: Tell you what, Jen? You tell me I'm supposed to say something but I don't know what it is.
Jen: Well, then let me help you out. You could tell me why you've been avoiding me all day, or what's behind that look in
your eyes, whether it's repulsion or jealousy or complete disapproval because I know I've never seen it before. You could
tell me that you suddenly feel strange about us, that maybe we need a little break because you don't seem to know me
and maybe you never really did. Or, and now I'll make it really easy for you, you can just tell me if I've left anything
out.
Dawson is silent.
Jen: I didn't think so.
Pacey: The fact that you are scared. Face it. Dawson, the Jen Lindley you have built up in your mind does not entirely exist, ok? In your movies, she can be whatever you want, but in real life, the script got thrown out.
Dawson: So it seems.
Pacey: All I can say is enjoy it, man. Life has some pretty unexpected benefits
Jen: Well, if you can stand the shock, I actually came to see you. I need some advice.
Joey: And in what field do you consider me an expert in?
Jen: Dawson Leery.
Joey: You know, I'm sort of busy here with these receipts and locking up maybe we could do this another time.
Jen: I told him I wasn't a virgin.
Joey: I think I have a minute.
Jen: So what would you do?
Joey: Same as you. I'd get hurt, mad, confused, ask people for advice, maybe the wrong people, and then I'd wait.
Jen: For what?
Joey: For him to grow up, come around, everything.
Jen: And how long does that take?
Joey: Don't go by me. I'd probably be stupid enough to wait forever.
Jen: Mind a little company?
Pacey: You've been with other guys, right?
Ms. Jacobs: Let's see, there was one in high school, one in college, since then I'd say there's been three, but no one for a few years.
Pacey: Great, thanks.
Ms. Jacobs: Pacey.
Pacey: Yeah?
Ms. Jacobs: About the one in high school, I didn't mean my high school.
Joey: Hanging out with all your friends?
Dawson: Yep. That's why you weren't invited.
Joey: Phasers on sun, I come in peace.
Dawson: I'm mad at the world, Joey. I'm a teenager.
Dawson: In some alternate universe, we must have been married, like, 50 years.
Joey: Yeah, and I'm sure it was a wonderful wedding.
Dawson: Oh, the best.
Joey: We each brought dates, I assume.
Dawson: Yeah. Jen was by my side throughout.
Joey: And at the end of the evening the inevitable question, who to take home the date or the wife?
Dawson: Mmm..a dilemma.
Joey: Fascinating. Faced with the choice you stood, surveying your options, your eyes drifted slowly from her, to me,
back to her.
Dawson: And back to you.
Joey: Yeah, but I was off having a drink with the rich guy at the bar.
Dawson: Till moneybags got fresh and you needed somebody to bail you out.
Joey: I don't remember that part.
Dawson: Oh, I do. Clear as day, absolutely. You were definitely in need of a rescue.
Joey: Were you man enough? Did you set aside your clear-headed analysis of the situation and act? Did we, uh, did we
save each other that night Dawson?
Dawson: You know, it gets a little hazy at this point I really can't remember. Couldn't tell you.
Joey: When it comes back to you, I'd certainly be serious to hear how it all ended.
Dawson: You'll be my first call.
Joey: Well, goodnight Dawson. All this subtext is making me tired. Dawson?
Dawson: Yeah?
Joey: No matter how the wedding turned out, I'm pretty sure I had a wonderful time up until the end.