Joey: Sorry, Dawson but he is just too repelling
Dawson: Joey, you're going to have to kiss him.
Joey: I cannot and will not kiss that cretin
Joey (to Dawson): I'm not suggesting leather straps and Crisco, just a kiss!
Joey: Yeah, I'm going to get killed today.
Mrs. Leery: Oh, that's nice.
Pacey: Oh, Joey, you die so well!
Jen: My body's a mess. I'm too short, my hips do this weird thing, and my face is shaped like a duck. Oh, and I hate my breasts.
Dawson: Wooooh. Cut. Cut. Pacey, what the hell are you doing!
Pacey: I'm kissing, what does it look like?
Dawson: Snorkeling!
Dawson: Cliff. Cliff Elliot. Why's she attracted to him? What's he got?
Joey: Well, we could start with his chest measurements and move down.
Dawson: I don't get it! What did he do that I didn't do?
Joey: He asked her out?!
Dawson: Do you dance?
Joey: No.
Dawson: You do now.
Joey: Dawson, this is certifiable!
Dawson: It's easy. You just move around, shake your ass back and forth.
Dawson: The girl's a mystery to me. I feel like I've known her my whole life. I mean, it's like the way I feel about you. I mean, she challenges me the way you do. She could be you. Except...she's Jen.
Dawson: What have we learned from this 90210 evening?
Joey: We should always stay in on a Saturday night and watch movies. Because the remote on the rewind of life doesn't (starts to laugh) work.
Dawson: If I ever get like this again, and I'm sure I will, before this adolescent growth process is over, well next time just chain me to my bed and wait for my moment of clarity to come.
Joey: Only if I can use leather strips.
Dawson: Not until you explain the Crisco!