# Dawson's Creek (season 1)

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Dawson's Creek (1998–2003) is an American television series, that aired on The WB, about four friends in a small coastal town that help each other cope with adolescence and beyond.

### Pilot (aka Emotions in Motion)

    Joey: I just don't think it's a good idea for me to sleep over anymore, you know?
    Dawson: No, I don't know. C'mon, You've been sleeping over since you were seven. It's Saturday night.
    Joey: Things change, Dawson. Evolve.
    Dawson: What are you talking about?
    Joey: Sleeping in the same bed was fine when we were kids, but we're fifteen now.
    Dawson: Yeah.
    Joey: We start high school Monday?
    Dawson: Yeah.
    Joey: And I have breasts!
    Dawson: What?
    Joey: And you have genitalia!
    Dawson: I've always had genitalia.
    Joey: But there's more of it.
    Dawson: How do you know?
    Joey: Long fingers. I gotta go.
    Pacey: [about Jen] 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, Pacey, look it up.
    Dawson: See, I believe that all the mysteries of the universe, all the answers to life's questions, can be found in a Spielberg film. See, it's a theory I've been working on. You see, whenever I have a problem, all I have to do is look to the right Spielberg movie and the answer's revealed.
    Jen: Have you ever heard of a twelve-step program?
    Dawson: Wit! We like that around here.
    Jen: Hey Joey, I love your lipstick. What shade is that?
    Joey: Wicked Red. Uh, Jen, I love your hair color. What number is that?
    Dawson: You'll have to excuse Joey. She was born in a barn.
    Jen: That's okay. Uh, Joey, I just do highlights.
    Joey: So, uh, Jen, are you a virgin?
    Dawson: That's mature!
    Joey: Well 'cause Dawson's a virgin and two virgins really make for a clumsy first encounter don't you think?
    Dawson: You're going to die
    Joey: I just thought I'd help, you know, cut to the chase.
    Jen: No, it's okay, Dawson. Yes, I am a virgin. How about you, Joey?
    Joey: Please, years ago. Trucker named Bubba.
    Pacey: It's a crock. The truth is you're a well put together, knockout 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 bearable. Well, let me tell you something. You blew it, lady. Because I'm the best sex you'll never have.
    Ms. Jacobs: You're wrong about one thing, Pacey. You're not a boy.

### Dance (aka Dirty Dancing)

    Joey: [to Dawson, about Jen] I'm not suggesting leather straps and Crisco, just a kiss.
    Dawson: Do me a favor? If I get like this again, and I'm sure I will before this adolescent growth process is over... Next time just chain me to my bed and wait for my moment of clarity to come.
    Joey: Can I use leather straps?
    Dawson: Not until you explain the Crisco!
    Jen: See, the kiss is just the end result. It's not what's important. It's all about desire and wanting.
    Dawson: Joey, you're going to have kiss him.
    Joey: I cannot and will not kiss that cretin.
    Dawson: It's a movie. You're playing a character, it's not Pacey you're kissing.
    Joey: So he's a sea serpent from the deep, cite the difference.
    Jen: [to Joey] You have nice breasts. I mean, don't get the wrong idea, I'm completely hetero. I'm just commenting girl to girl. You have a really nice body.

### The Kiss (aka A Prelude to a Kiss)

    Joey: You mean, you haven't even kissed that girl?
    Dawson: It's not about the kiss, Joey. It's about the journey, creating a sustaining magic.
    Joey: Does Jen fall for this warped movie logic?
    Dawson: It's not warped. It's romance.
    Joey: It's old, Dawson. Just kiss her, will you? Take the elevator to the next floor and get off, it's time.
    Dawson: It's not that simple Joey. It's about creating the perfect moment. And it has to be planned with the right music and dialogue.
    Joey: You can't storyboard a kiss.
    Dawson: Sure you can.
    Joey: It's not reality, Dawson. These movies that you're watching are false images that don't exist outside the city limits of Hollywood.
    Dawson: Not true. They're images grounded in the reality of imagination.
    Joey: Did you just pull that one out of your butt, or what?
    Dawson: Everybody thinks that movies are fantasy, but they don't have to be. From Here to Eternity, you can have that. You just have to create it. That moment on the beach could be yours. You could be Deborah Kerr.
    Joey: Mm, sand in my crotch, heaven.
    Dawson: You know, it's attitudes like yours that prevent storyboard romances from happening. You're way too cynical.
    Joey: [to Pacey] And what do you want?
    Pacey: Actually something a little sexy would be good, I gotta a maybe sorta date this evening.
    Joey: Hmm, who's the lucky farm animal tonight?
    Pacey: Ahh, what's that, what's that stuff that makes a woman horny?
    Joey: Your polar opposite?
    Dawson: You mean oysters.
    Pacey: Right, oysters. A dozen oysters, Joey, pack 'em up.
    Joey: Well, I'm a Pisces, I'm into body piercings, and men with tattoos.
    Anderson: Are you here with your parents? Are you guys on a boat?
    Joey: Actually, we brought the chauffeur. Mother hates to sail. She doesn't like the sun. She burns easy.
    Anderson: What about you?
    Joey: I wear lotion.
    Anderson: No, I mean, do you like to sail?
    Joey: Why do you ask?
    Anderson: I'm taking a survey. Because I want you to come sailing with me, tomorrow.
    Joey: I can't.
    Anderson: Come on. I'll show you my tattoo.
    Joey: Gap ad has a tattoo?
    Anderson: If you come sailing you'll find out.
    Pacey: Could it be? Joey's finally noticing the opposite sex!
    Joey: Shut up!
    Pacey: Uh, excuse me, young man! This woman here thinks you're very attractive!
    Joey: [Trying to shut him up] You butt plug!
    Pacey: Forget it, Joey. Guys off yachts don't go for waitresses. Huh?
    Joey: I'm going to kill you. One night in your sleep, a slit throat maybe or a screwdriver to your temple. Be ready.
    Tamara: Go home, Pacey. You need to find a girl your own age. Not some insane middle-aged woman.
    Pacey: Please, Tamara.
    Tamara: Please, no buts. This can't go one second further, it's beyond wrong. You have to understand that.
    Pacey: You keep saying how it's wrong. And maybe it is. But just to set the record straight, I'm a firm believer that sometimes it's right to do the wrong thing.

### Discovery (aka Carnal Knowledge)

    Dawson: [about Jen] Oh god, she's 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 warrant 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.
    Dawson: Well, to be honest, I think I prefer to let Jen surprise me, okay?
    Joey: Suit yourself. I'm just trying to save you some time.
    Grams: Oh, Jennifer, you exasperate me. Everything I say isn't meant as criticism.
    Jen: No, I know. Some of it's meant as judgment.
    Jen: Why are you so surprised every time I jump at the chance to spend time with you?
    Dawson: I don't know. Natural skepticism perhaps?
    Jen: Well, get over it. Not everything in life has to be so complicated.
    Joey: Sorry, kitchen's closed.
    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: It's just that he seemed so disappointed in me, which of course made me angry and now I don't know where we are.
    Joey: Well, let me tell you about Dawson. Granted he's articulate for his age but he's not exactly mature. He's the classic only child. He pouts when things don't go his way and he only sees things in black and white. Anything else confuses him.
    Jen: Yeah.
    Joey: And when it comes to women...there are popes who have had more experience. I mean the guy was a shrimp until last summer. To say his sex life is limited is the understatement of the decade. It's barren. A desert. I don't envy what you have to deal with, believe me.
    Jen: You're not trying to scare me off, are you?
    Joey: No. I'm just trying to say that every guy that grows up to be one of the good ones...he was probably a dweeb with girls when he was 15, too.
    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?
    Joey: Hanging out with all your friends?
    Dawson: Yep. That's why you weren't invited.
    Joey: Phasers on stun, I come in peace. You're going to screw it up, you know?
    Dawson: What?
    Joey: Jen. She came and talked to me. I told her sit tight, he'll be back...
    Dawson: Thanks. Appreciate it, Joey.
    Joey: I explained to her that it's just displaced anger and you're just mad at your mom and dad.
    Dawson: I'm mad at the world, Joey. I'm a teenager.

### Hurricane (aka Blown Away)

    Gail: [on TV] Well, Bob, it looks like tomorrow would be a good day just to stay in bed.
    Bob: You've got that right, Gail.
    Dawson: God, could they be any more obvious? So, Gail, what are your current views on the situation in Bosnia? Will you be jumping my bones after the broadcast?
    Dawson: Look, maybe you better go, Joey. My verbal vomit's out of control today.
    Joey: I know what you're going through Dawson. You're struggling to find answers. You want to know why she's cheating but it's all perception, Dawson. Let me just offer the one ounce of wisdom I can bring to this table. You know instead of asking why your mother's doing all these horrible things, may I suggest that you get down on your knees and thank God that you have a mother!
    Dawson: Joey...
    Joey: Sorry, Dawson, I forgot for a second. This isn't about me.
    Joey: You know, it's just an ego thing. I mean, "How could there possibly have been anyone before me, you know, how can I measure up?"
    Jen: Is he really that trite?
    Joey: I'm sure there's a measuring tape sitting in his bathroom right now.
    Jen: What do you think it's marked up at?
    Joey: What do you mean?
    Jen: Oh come on, do you think Dawson's got a pistol or a rifle?
    Joey: How would I know?
    Jen: Oh, come on.
    Jen: Well I guess I'm no longer the virgin queen of Dawson Leery's handheld fantasies.
    Joey: Yeah I think Dawson's having a life-defining turning point in his life right now.
    Jen: Aren't we all?
    Joey: You know, taking into consideration his height, weight, feet and hand size, I'd say he's slightly above average.
    Jen: Oh, so you have thought about it.
    Grams: Mr. Ryan used to say, "If you want the rainbow, you've got to put up with a lot of rain."
    Dawson: So you know, too?
    Grams: I used to be a big fan of motion pictures. Frank Capra, It's a Wonderful Life, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, Pocketful of Miracles. Simple desires fulfilled, aspirations realized.
    Dawson: Fears of abandonment turned into fantasy spectacles of security and joy. Frank Capra and Steven Spielberg were often compared for their thematic content.
    Grams: What I like most about those movies is the fact that no matter how far off the pedestal the character fell they always got a second chance. Forgiveness is one of the greatest gifts the Lord has given us with it comes understanding.
    Dawson: Same way rain brings a rainbow.
    Grams: From what I've seen of you so far, you better buy yourself a good umbrella.
    Jen: I'm leaving, Dawson, um, but before I go there's--
    Dawson: But, Jen, I'm--
    Jen: No, no, hear me out, Dawson, please. Okay? Because this seems to be the day of truths, and I'm taking my turn. I lost my virginity when I was 12 to some older guy who got me drunk, I don't really remember his name but after the first pregnancy scare I went on the pill, and I used condoms most of the time, some of the times, I don't know, it's kind of blurry. I was really drinking a lot and having blackouts and stuff, um. I was sexualized way too young, and I don't wish that on anybody. I mean, sex at such a young age, more often than not, is a bad idea. I finally got caught having sex in my parents' bed. Daddy's little girl fornicating right before his very eyes. He still can't look me in the face but then again he shipped me 200 miles away so he wouldn't have to, but Dawson I'm not that girl anymore. I never really was, and I'm not that white-as-snow image you've got either, I'm somewhere in between and I'm just, I'm just trying to figure it out.
    Dawson: Jen. It's not you. It's my own stupid hangups. My parents have this raging sex life and I just, I secretly used it as their measure of happiness.
    Jen: Well, sex doesn't equal happiness.
    Dawson: Yeah, I know. I know that now.
    Jen: I'm sorry about lying to you, but I can't apologize for my past. I mean, I've learned from it, I'm a better person, it's gotten me here. And this is my chance to start over. It's my chance and it would be really nice if you'd be a part of that.
    Dawson: On one condition?
    Jen: What?
    Dawson: That you'll have me, Jen, because my behavior has been unredeemable and I don't deserve someone as impassionate and open and honest and beautiful as you are. [They hug] Take 2?
    Jen: Mm-hmm.

### Baby (aka Look Who's Talking)

    Bodie: Good morning sweetheart. And how are we feeling this morning?
    Bessie: Well, if you're nauseous and swollen and irritable also, I'd say we're feeling exactly the same way.
    Bodie: Look at the bright side. Your due date's the 22nd. In less than a week this will all be over.
    Bessie: A week?! This can not last another week. It's inhumane. I don't sleep anymore, my legs are fat, my back is killing me, I feel like retching 23 hours a day... Did you know the average gestation period for the fruit bat is 2 months... 2 months, that's fair, that's reasonable. Why can't I give birth to a fruit bat?
    Joey: Because we're about 80% sure you're human.
    Bessie: Do you still live here?
    Joey: Unfortunately.
    Joey: Hey, jailbait.
    Pacey: Feel free to keep on walking. I won't think you're rude.
    Joey: Look, despite first impressions, I'm not here to bust on you. I don't know if the rumors are true or exaggerated. Or if this is one of your bizarre attempts to appear more attractive to the senior girls. But I just wanted to say I know what you must be going through, and...
    Pacey: [laughs] No. I really doubt you know what I'm going through.
    Joey: Well let me see. People stare at you when you walk down the hall, we've seen that. They whisper behind your back. You suddenly overhear your name in a conversation of strangers. And pretty soon a justifiable paranoia sets in and whether they are or not, you are convinced that everyone is talking about you. Imagine if you had done something even worse.
    Pacey: Like what?
    Joey: Like sharing a house with your pregnant unwed sister and her black boyfriend, while your father serves time on a drug conviction. Imagine that, Pacey. We actually have something in common... Providing gossip for the small-minded townsfolk. And unfortunately for you, you're tonight's top story.
    Pacey: Great. So, what do I do now?
    Joey: Same thing I did... You pray like hell for a better story to come along.
    Jen: Gram's way of dealing with my point of view is pretending that it doesn't exist. Which, of course, infuriates me. It causes me to speak emotionally rather than rationally, and I become rude and defensive, and I...I give her even more of a reason to dismiss my viewpoints. Its like we're locked in this awful vicious cycle.
    Dawson: Well, I don't know. You gotta do something. You just can't ignore her for three years until you go away to college.
    Jen: I can't? Oh, there goes plan A.
    Bessie: [grabs the phone] Listen, you sorry ass civil servant. This is the mother-to-be talking. Maybe I'm not in the tax bracket that guarantees a prompt response to medical distress, but I have a shoe full of amniotic fluid, my pelvis is beating like a rumba band, and I'm in real danger of having my first-born child delivered by two high school students. So, why don't you stop making excuses, get off your oversized backside and get us an ambulance before my fetus enters college?
    Joey: Terrific. I'm sure they will be right on their way.
    Pacey: Look I don't mean any disrespect here. But, if you'll just give me a second, I'll have you all home for dinner. OK? Look, I know the origin of these rumors has been traced to me. And, ah I guess that would make sense. 'Cause look at me, here I am a C+ student, who sits in the back of Ms. Jacobs English class everyday, daydreaming about the same thing. About, what it would be like to be... a little bit better looking, a little more sophisticated and about 15 years older. 'Cause, then and only then, could Ms. Jacobs possibly look at me as anything other than just another one of her students. And, only then, could this rumor stand any chance of being true. Ah, I mean, don't get me wrong, I am flattered with the seriousness that you took these allegations, but you know personally I'd just chalked them up to adolescent fantasy. I kind of expected you guys to do the same.
    Superintendent Stevens: Correct me if I'm wrong Mr. Witter, but for the record, are you saying you deny the aforementioned allegations?
    Pacey: Yeah, for the record, sir. And for anywhere else you want to put it. Ms. Jacobs is my English teacher and to my great disappointment absolutely nothing else.

### Detention (aka The Breakfast Club)

    Joey: You can't stand the idea that if a girl is choosing between two guys, she may not choose the romantic doofus who woos her with flowers and cheesy poems, you know? She just might choose the guy with the faster car or the bigger bicep or... the bigger joystick.
    Dawson: Bigger joystick?
    Joey: Yes.
    Dawson: First of all, girls are attracted to romance more than anything.
    Joey: Keep hope alive there.
    Dawson: This is so Breakfast Club.
    Jen: Breakfast Club?
    Dawson: Yeah that John Hughes movie where the five kids are stuck in detention all day.
    Joey: Yeah at first they hate each other and then they become really, really good friends.
    Jen: Oh yeah that movie stunk. Whatever happened to those actors?
    Dawson: Anthony Michael Hall developed some weird thyroid condition, Molly Ringwald lost her gawky teen ingenue appeal, and the rest are languishing somewhere in TV obscurity.
    Pacey: No way! Emilio Estevez! He was in those Duck movies, remember? God, those were classics, so funny....[pause] What?
    Abby: I'm so bored.
    Pacey: Well, where's your ecstasy Abby? You and I can just go on down to the boy's locker room and you know...
    Abby: I don't have any left and if I did I wouldn't waste it on Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.
    Pacey: What? You're not going to let Rudolph join in any of your perverted reindeer games?
    Abby: Hey now there's an idea, games. We could all play a game.
    Pacey: Really? What do you want to play? Pin the tail on the ho-bag?
    Pacey: So do you think you can stop throwing basketballs at my face now, Dawson? I think it's glaringly obvious that I'm not going to steal your girlfriend. I mean, at least you have a girlfriend. I've got nothing left.
    Abby: You have your hand.
    Jen: Hey Dawson. I like you.
    Dawson: Yeah but it's not enough that you like me. I want you to want me.
    Jen: You're like a God to me Dawson, and I don't even believe in God. I mean, this school hasn't exactly welcomed me with open arms. It seems like everybody here hates me and I don't know why. If it's because I'm from New York, or because I'm different. It seems like my life here is just one big detention that I can't escape, but then, I think about you. And about how I've met a guy who's so romantic, and so caring, and who I like, and who I want so much. Dawson it's because of you that I get through the bad days. And if you think I want you to be some big, varsity sex stud then you're crazy.
    Dawson: I understand that you want to take things slow, I do. And I don't want to rush you. I don't want to be that guy. But I'm human, I have hormones. And to say that I've never thought about having sex with you, I'd be lying. The thought crosses my mind. About a thousand times a day.
    Jen: Well just a thousand? That's nothing.

### Boyfriend (aka Escape From New York)

    Pacey: How do I look?
    Joey: Like a before picture in an ad for geek remover.
    Pacey: Look, Joey, I've never really taken a particular interest in your life because, frankly, your life has never been particularly interesting.
    Gale: When are you going to stop punishing me?
    Mitch: When I can get rid of the vision of my naked wife playing hide the...when it stops hurting.
    Cliff: Hey, I'm looking for Jen. You don't know where she is this period do you?
    Dawson: No, I don't. Sorry.
    Cliff: Well, give her a message, will you? Tell her I'm having a barbecue at my house this Saturday and I'd love it if she can make it. Hey, what the hell. Why don't you come too?
    Dawson: Cool. Sounds great.
    Cliff: I don't know if you can help me with it. Jen doesn't have a boyfriend, does she?
    Dawson: Uh, yeah. She does. Me.
    Cliff: Really?
    Dawson: Yeah.
    Cliff: That's terrific, man.
    Pacey: [referring to Joey] Oh, Dawson, my fine, oblivious friend. One of these days, you're gonna have to take a gigantic fact-check my friend, all right. She didn't mistake you for anybody, okay. This girl is head-in-the-clouds, one hundred percent, ass-backwards in love with you, all right?

### Roadtrip (aka In the Company of Men)

    Jen: [to Joey] The truth is, ever since Dawson and I broke up you have been scared to death.
    Pacey: Finally. Dawson's evil twin. This has been a much anticipated pleasure.
    Joey: [to Jen] I mean Dawson was probably the first decent guy you've ever even gone out with and look what you did. You drove him into the arms of a prostitute.
    Joey: [about Dawson] Yeah. I can wait.
    Pacey: You're a regular Richie Cunningham. Billy, he's the Fonz.
    Dawson: Congratulations, that makes you Potsie.

### Double Date (aka Modern Romance)

    Pacey: Who's it gonna be? Is it Jen, or is it Joey? Do you like the blonde, or do you like the brunette? These questions are not gonna go away, Dawson. It's time that you provide some answers.
    Pacey: [to a teacher, about Joey] You never told me I was gonna be working with a repressed, control freak.
    Joey: [to a teacher, about Pacey] Yeah, and you never said my grade was dependent upon some remedial underachiever.
    Pacey: You know, it's amazing, personality like yours and you still can't get any dates.
    Joey: Even more amazing, personality like yours and you can.
    Pacey: You know, a lot of people would consider you a very lucky woman.
    Joey: And many people would consider you a very deluded man.
    Joey: What? What's that smile of yours? Is it because I look ridiculous?
    Pacey: No
    Joey: Or is it that my misfortune amuses you? Or maybe it's because you like putting me in the most awkward situations and watching me squirm Pacey.
    Pacey: No it's nothing like that. I was just thinking to myself that when you loosen up you're not half bad to be around... bordering on fun even.
    Joey: [looks confused and then smiles] Home, Jeeves!
    Pacey: Yes, Miss Daisy.

### The Scare (aka Friday the 13th)

    Jen: [to Cliff] You know, I think my Grams has the hots for you. You interested?
    Ursula: You know, love is a complicated bitch.
    Pacey: [to Joey] You're gonna go to your grave pining away for your best friend. A guy who's so oblivious, he doesn't have a clue that you lust after him morning, noon, and night.
    Pacey: Can you watch the car, Jo?
    Joey: Why?
    Pacey: Well... I can't really turn it off. I mean, I can, but it's a hassle, you know, because I don't have the keys.
    Joey: Oh, yeah. I forget. You stole it.
    Pacey: Hey, you borrow from family. You never steal.
    Dawson: [describing his relationship with Jen] The characters were flawed and uninspired. The love scenes were amateurish, to say the least. And the ending was definitely not happy. It wasn't even tragic. It just ended.

### Beauty Contest (aka Pretty Woman)

    Joey: [to Dawson] I want you to look at me and see the person you've always known and realize that what we have is so much more incredible than just some passing physical attraction...
    Gale: [to Pacey] Honey, fair and beauty pageants aren't exactly synonymous.
    Dawson: If Joey and I got together... It'd be just a little incestuous.
    Pacey: You know, maybe I could be like one of those guys that warms up the girls before they go on stage.
    Joey: It's not a porno, Pacey.
    MC: Pacey Witter has changed his program. Instead of a magical act he will perform a dramatic interpretation.
    Pacey: [in a Scottish accent] Well, I'm not William Wallace. But I am Pacey Witter.
    Dawson: [from offstage] Pacey Witter's seven feet tall.
    Pacey: So they say. So they say. And they say that this Pacey Witter is a dangerous man who slaughters Capeside residents by the dozen with his bare hands. And if he were here he would destroy those who would judge him with sparks from his eyes and wits from his ass.
    [Audience laughs]
    Pacey: Well, I am Pacey Witter. But who of you are in the position to judge me? Is it you, sir? And what sorts of human beings tolerate being judged? Well judgement stops today. And that which condones me, seems to own me. And I am willing to betray the trappings of my dysfunctional life for one chance, just one chance, to stand in front of my fellow countrymen and tell them that you may take my life, but you will never take my freedom!!! Thank you and goodnight.

### Decisions (aka Breaking Away)

    Joey: Cliffhanger? Come on, Dawson. You of all people should know that a cliffhanger is merely a manipulative TV standard designed to improve ratings.
    Dawson: No, a cliffhanger's purpose is to keep people interested. Keep them guessing what's going to happen in future episodes.
    Joey: But just like in our own lives, they are so predictable. I mean, the producers put the characters in some contrived situation hoping that the audience will think something is going to change, but, you know what? It never does. Back to the same way it was before your so-called cliffhanger. It's boring Dawson.
    Dawson: Well, what if this time it's different? What if this time in the cliffhanger something changes? You wouldn't want to miss that, would ya?
    Joey: It still sounds like one big tease to me Dawson.
    Joey: I mean, I don't know. France is so far away. I mean, I won't know anybody, I don't speak the language, plus I don't think I could spend a year in any country that worships Mickey Rourke.
    Mr. Potter: Dawson wait please. Tell me about her. Tell me about my daughter.
    Dawson: What do you want to know?
    Mr.Potter: Anything, everything.
    Dawson: She's great. I mean, she's smart, she's beautiful, she's funny, she's a big ol' scaredy cat. If you creep up from behind her she'll jump out of her skin. It's pretty amusing. She's honest. She always calls them just like she sees them. You can always count on getting the truth from Joey even if the truth hurts. She's stubborn. We fight a lot. She can be so frustrating sometimes. But she's a really, really, good friend. I know her to a fault. She believes in me. And I'm a dreamer so it's so good to have somebody like that in my life. If she goes away, I don't know what I'm going to do. I mean, she's my best friend, you know? She's more than that. She's everything.
    Joey: Hi. I don't really know what I'm doing here. That's not true. Um, look, I came here tonight to say, I came here to tell you that you messed up. You really messed up. And not because you broke the law or you got caught or that you left me without a father. You messed up because you don't know me. I'm your daughter and you don't know me at all. So I guess I just came to say that I'm alright. I turned out pretty good. And I'm going to be okay, no help from you. And um I just have one question. Do you love me?
    Mr. Potter: More than you'd ever know. And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
    Joey: Do you think about me?
    Mr. Potter: Sweetheart, all day long, everyday, every hour, every minute.
    Joey: Do you really love me, though? Because I'm 15 years old and I go through every day of my life thinking that nobody loves me.
    Mr. Potter: Well nothing could be further from the truth. And I'm not the only one. Dawson Leery. He loves you Joey. He's never told you?
    Joey: Never.
    Mr. Potter: Well, he does. I know it.
    Joey: How?
    Mr. Potter: Because he looks at you the same way your mother used to look at me. And you love him...Have you told him? You have to tell him Joey. Don't make my mistake. Don't wait til someone you love is eaten with cancer and wasting away while you hold back...
    Joey: I love you Dad.
    Mr. Potter: I love you.
    Joey: We're just friends. That's all.
    Dawson: Joey, c'mon you know that's not true.
    Joey: So what are we Dawson? You know, I am so tired of the way we relate to one another. We spend all of our time analyzing our sad little adolescent lives.
    Dawson: I know we know too many big words. But it's a good thing to analyze.
    Joey: But it doesn't get us anywhere. It doesn't move us forward. We're in the same place we were 3 months ago. It's time to grow up Dawson.
    Dawson: I know, Joey. We can. We are growing up.
    Joey: No we're not. Everyday is the same. We watch a movie, preferably a Spielberg film, find the appropriate life correlation and then we pat ourselves on the back for being so clever. You know, as much as our perception is right on, our honesty is severely lacking Dawson.
    Dawson: There is something lacking.
    Joey: And the reason I came here tonight is because we need to move on. Look, we're not kids anymore. And I'm not gonna do this anymore. And I just thought you should know, so...
    Dawson: So, are you going to France?
    Joey: Ah, the inevitable cliffhanger. Am I going to France?