Dawson: Whoa Jo, don't hit and run. Come on, explain yourself.

Joey: I just think that our emerging hormones are destined to alter our relationship, and I trying to limit the fallout.

Dawson: Your emerging hormones aren't getting a thang for me, are they?

Joey:A thing? No Dawson, I'm not getting a "thing" for you. I've known you too long. I've seen you burp, barf, pick your nose, scratch your but. I don't think I'm getting a thing for you.

Dawson: Wow, you look different.

Joey: Puberty. Hi, I'm Joey. I live down the creek and we've never met, ever.

Pacey: You think she's a virgin? Wanna nail her?

Dawson: We just met!

Pacey: And a wasted moment it was. I mean, greater men would be nailing right now, you know what I mean?

Dawson: Tact, look it up.

Pacey: So, if your dad's Mr. Man-Meat, does that make you Mr. Man-Meat Jr. of Mr. Man-Meat the Second?

Dawson: They're going to have to drag the creek to find your body, Pacey.

Pacey: Oh my God, look at her!

Dawson: Have some respect man; she's somebody's mother.

Pacey: I have it on pretty good authority that mothers have excellent sex lives, alright.

Jen: Why movies? What's the attraction there?

Dawson: I reject reality.

Dawson: It's beyond that. See, I believe that all of the mysteries of the universe, all of life's questions, can be found in a Spielburg movie. It's a theory I've been working on. See, whenever I have a problem, all I have to do is look to the right Spielburg film and the answer's revealed.

Jen: Have you considered a tweleve-step program?

Dawson: Okay, the bald man, Mr. Herman. He teaches a timid calculus class and packs a .45 magnum. Last year opened fire and took out two students and a custodian.

Jen: Pled justifiable homicide. They didn't have a hall pass.

Dawson: Woman in funky black dress. Periodic drinker. Blacks out after two glasses of cheap wine and runs through town with her dress over her head.

Jen: Singing Neil Diamond songs.

Pacey: Hey man. Video woman is my new English teacher. Okay you, me, the movies tonight. We're stalking a faculty member.

Dawson: Dude, negative.

Pacey: What?! I actually have the possibility of losing my virginity in a high level fantasy fashion.

Dawson: Pacey, go home. Walk your dog. It's not going to happen.

Pacey: Not tonight! That's not the plan, man. I just want to familiarize her with the gaze, the smile, the charming features, you know.

Dawson: Don't do this to yourself!

Pacey: Look, it's a fact that a large percentage of older women are attracted to young boys on the verge of manhood. It keeps them feeling young. I read it in Cosmopolitan.

Dawson: What are you doing reading Cosmopolitan?

Pacey: Look, I have three menstrually diverse sisters. Cosmo is my savior.

Dawson: I see you've met Roger Fullford.

Jen: Yeah, nice guy.

Dawson: Yeah. Jock quarterback by day, schizophrenic transvestite by night.

Jen: Oh really.

Dawson: Has what you call a Tori Spelling complex. He's partial to Victoria's Secret.

Jen: But can he run in pumps.

Grams: Where exactly are you going?

Jen: Well, Dawson has a gun, I thought we'd go knock off a liquor store, then go get tattoos.

Mr. Leery: Have fun. Play safe.

Dawson: The condom chat is premature.

Mr. Leery: It's never too early.

Dawson: What is up with the sex?! That's all anybody thinks about anymore. Sex, sex, sex! I mean, what is the big deal?

Mr. Leery: Sex is a very big part of who we are a human beings.

Dawson: Does that mean we have to go hump the coffie table? If sex is so important, then how come Spielburg never has had a sex scene in one of his movies, hmm? He keeps it in it's proper place as we should in life.

Jen: How about you Joey? Are you a virgin?

Joey: Please, years ago. Trucker named Bubba.

Joey: So, Jen, are you a size queen?

Jen: Excuse me?

Joey: Well, how important is size to you?

Dawson: Joey!

Jen: Well, being a virgin, I guess I haven't given it that much thought. How about yourself, Jo.

Joey: I'm torn....

Dawson: You and me, outside, now. I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you!

Joey: What do you think, Dawson? Notice the long fingers.

Dawson: I like her, okay! Sue me. I though you were my friend. Where is a little understanding?

Joey: I understand. I'm tired of understanding. All I do is understand!

Dawson: Joey!

Joey: Nothing penetrates with you, Dawson. Your so far removed from reality that you can't even see what's right in front of you.

Dawson: What are you talking about?

Joey: Your life. It's a freaking fairy tale and you don't even know it. You just want conflict for that script of yours. Stop living in the movies. Grow up.

Tamara: Wait, talk to me a second.

Pacey: About what, "The Graduate" or "The Summer of '42"? Which would you rather discuss?

Tamara: I'd like to clear up this misunderstanding.

Pacey: I understand you perfectly well, Ms. Jacobs.

Tamara: I'm so sorry.

Pacey: You should be because you're a liar. How can you say you were only renting a movie?

Tamara: Because it's the truth.

Pacey: It's a crock. The truth is your a well put together, knock out of a woman who's feeling a little insecure about hitting forty. So when a young, virile boy, such as myself, flirts with you, you enjoy it. You entice it. You fantasize about what it would be like to be with that young boy on the verge of manhood. Cause it helps you stay feeling attractive. Makes the aging process a little more bareable. Well, let me tell you something. You blew it lady, because I'm the best sex you'll never have.

Dawson: Where are you going?

Joey: I can't sleep over anymore. And we can't talk to each other like we used to. There's just some thing we can't say.

Dawson: No, that's just not true, Joey. I can tell you anything.

Joey: Yeah, how often do you walk your dog, huh?

Dawson: What?!

Joey: You know what I mean. What time of day, how many times a week.

Dawson: Goodnight.

Joey: See ya, Dawson:

Dawson: See ya, Joey.

(Joey goes out of the window and down to the dock)

Dawson: Joey! Usually in the morning with Katie Couric!

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