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Andie: Oh my God. Oh.

Pacey: Great. Just great. My father's going to kill me.

Andie: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Officer, please, I am so sorry.

*Pacey looks around before he realizes that she thinks he is an officer.*

Andie: I didn't see you pulling out. I mean, I did see you pulling out but it was so abrupt that--

Pacey: Mm-hm.

Andie: Oh god. I just got my license. Please be kind.

Pacey: I'm going to have to see that license and your registration, too, Little Miss.

*She finds them and hands them to Pacey.*

Pacey: Andie McPhee. Rhode Island driver's license?

Andie: Uh, yes sir. See, my family just moved to town. We live over on Windsor.

Pacey: Country Club.

Andie: Yes. Is that a detriment?

*Pacey is getting really into his police officer impersonation.*

Pacey: Do you realize the severity of what you've done here? Hm? Do ya?

*Andie nods*

Pacey: Sitting behind the wheel of a very powerful and dangerous automobile is a huge responsibility. One lapse of judgement and you could run over a cat, a child, a nun. You know I could have this license revoked, *snaps*, just like that. In fact, I think I'm just going to take you in and book you right now.

Andie: No, no, you can't!

*Pacey turns away from the cop car.*

Andie: I mean,um, please don't do that. I just got my license. Please don't revoke it.

Pacey: 'kay. Maybe I can just, let this one incident slide. But I just want to let you know that I got my eyes on you now, Blondie. You cause anymore trouble in Capeside and Officer Pacey is coming after you. Hm?

*Andie nods and takes her driver's license.*

Andie: Okay, I understand. Thank you. Thank you so much. Oh, um it was really nice meeting you.

*Pacey turns back to the cop car.*

Pacey: Damn.

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Andie: Officer Pacey. You little stump.

Pacey: Hey Little Missy, how you doin'? You keepin out of trouble?

Andie: You know impersonating an officer is a felony. I should call the police station and report you.

Pacey: Oh, there's a conversation I would love to hear taking as my father is the town sheriff!

Andie: I have been having major anxiety attacks, to the point of medication, ever since you pulled your little stunt. Spinning scenarios in my head about being carded off to prison and becoming a sex slave to some Sadis named Bomber Bertha.

Pacey: Okay, now, correct me if I'm wrong, didn't you cause the accident? You hit me. I was just having some fun. And besides, it's NOTHING compared to the hell my dad is giving me. And you know what? Your country club Sab is still in one piece so..

*Kristy walks up*

Kristy: Hey Andie.

Andie: Hey Kristy.

*Kristy continues walking.*

Pacey: Hey Kristy...didn't you tell me you're new in town? How do you know Kristy Livingstone?

Andie: Well, unlike certain sewer rats, she made the effort to welcome the new, and slightly insecure, to Capeside.

Pacey: Well, she probably didn't recognize me I just had my tips frosted.

Andie: You just had your tips frosted?

Pacey: Yeah.

Andie: Your tips are in attempt to win a certain someone.

*Pacey points at her like "You got it"*

Andie: Hot tip. Kristy Livingstone is a homosapien so perhaps you should start barking up a different tree.

Pacey: And perhaps you should just stop barking altogether.

Andie: Tell you what. Here's an idea. I've always had a certain soft spot for pathetic, lovelorn losers such as yourself, so if you like Kristy...I'll set up an intro.

Pacey: Really? You'd do that for me?

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Andie: Go for it, Pacey. She's all ready for you. I got her primed.

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*Cut to Pacey in a store and he spots Andie and approaches her.*

Pacey: *Under his breath* Oh yeah.

Andie: Pacey! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in bed? Hooked up to a life support system?

Pacey: Very funny. What the hell's a heart stripe anyways?

Andie: I made it up. Pretty creative don't you think?

Pacey: Oh yeah. *laughs sarcastically*

Andie: Look, Pacey. I don't even know you, but if you thought for even one second that Kristy Livingstone was
gonna dump her beautiful, All-State football boyfriend for you - a Sophomore with a heart stripe? - You're massively deluded.

Pacey: That's great. Why don't you just rub some SALT in this open, painful wound. You know, Kristy Livingstone, she was kind of like a metaphor. You understand, the same reason I dyed my hair. I was under the impression that I could overcome my unlucky ways BUT after what's happened tonight, obviously not. Back to the old Pacey, the black sheep, the loser, the brunette!

Andie: Well, I think you should dye your hair back. I mean, forgive me, but it looks hideous.

Pacey: Thanks.

Andie: Don't use that.

Pacey: Why not?

Andie: That's peroxide. That's going to strip your hair of all it's color. Here, use this. Put this in for twenty minutes, and rinse. That should do the trick.

Pacey: You're not pulling another little prank on me here...you know, I screw you, you screw me.

Andie: Guess you'll just have to take that chance, won't ya? Bye Officer Pacey!

# 201: The Kiss